The
demons on the rise
They
make the wicked smile
The
bad shows we hear and read
Even
race bashing comes alive
The
loud noises
They
want everyone to hear
Bulging
red eyes staring back
As
if they can't sleep at night
The
dogs run
They
don't want to bark
They
know when to stay quiet
The
demons on the rise
The
smoking haze in the sky
The
white thick mist of death
It
slowly brings the minute bacteria
Choking
the health to decay
It
makes the racist politicians
Singing
praises of their own kind
The
bad habits they have acquired
The
demons on the rise
Even
prayers will not help
We
are part of the abetment
We
keep playing let it be
We
are afraid to change
Now
the demons at the doors
Calling
in the scores of nights
We
realize we have to fight
Else
the demons will take us out
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