The
day of black
It
will never go away
As
long as there is a reason
The
crooked ways
The
blues can muscle in
Waxing
its muscles flexing its arrogance
When
crimes are many unsolved
They
don't want to know
It's
the political blues
The
record player for the ruling elites
Playing
back the same old songs
They
forget the people know it by repetition
The
day of black
The
memory will stay back
The
day will come for change
The
people will never forget
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