The drum beats of
the nation
Carrying a tune
familiar to many
Living in this
country we call home
With the good and
bad in the mix
But there is one
race
The shadows they
are afraid
Stretching its hold
over their minds
Let it string in knots
in their lives
Every time they say
It is all about
their race
They don’t see the
others
They only see
themselves
They sink in
addiction
Cause by their own
kind
They live in the
addicted minds
Afraid to say the
wrong words
So, in their minds
they see
The shadows seem to
engulf them whole
They will cry out
loud on the cold turkey
They can’t stand
the treatment to be free
And they sit on the
side road
Carrying placards to
feed them
The world does not
owe them a living
It is better they
start to work on it
The drum beats of
the nation
Every race has a
right to the wealth
The economic cake
must be shared
Every race must
shoulder the load of unity
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