| I see a black flag bleeding,
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| pounding and hurting from the blood of millions,
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| seeking to quench the thirst of liberation,
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| in the wells of an awaiting revolution
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| I see a red flag faIling,
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| built out of labour and misconception,
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| raised on the misconception that all are equal,
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| for the benefit one inclusive purpose
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| I see a brown shirt torn to pieces,
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| shredded, tarnished and overthrown,
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| by the premeditated insurrection,
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| of a new and perfected appearance
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| I see a bundle of rods falling,
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| falling for the sake of instigated ordinance,
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| ordinance for discipline,
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| ordinance for constitution
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| I see a golden circle of imposed unity,
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| stars encircled and united,
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| another nation without god,
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| silently starting to decay
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| I see a star spangled banner,
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| a star spangled banner of fifty burning crosses,
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| posing as the self-proclaimed conductor,
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| of global authority and self-importance
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| I see an enforced nation of apology,
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| imposing an ongoing genocide,
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| a genocide by which to compensate,
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| the emotional scars of erstwhile injustices
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| I see a swirling black sun,
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| burning in a sky of fading lights,
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| I see a twirling black sun,
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| burning in a sky of failing stars |