Or gun blasts
I will not forget that sound
Shovels and picks, clinking chains
Frightened families hiding from gangs
Lives deemed unclean, never to last you say
But that is all in the past?
Asking us to forget the shattered glass?
Brutal angels sing a choir of damnation
As we unite (purge, assimilate) our great nation
Racism by any other name
Will always stay the same
Look into my eyes and