I smell smoke
Alarm bells are ringing
There are plenty of panicky folk
Out in the streets
Cringing
Plenty of spiraling smoke
We all see glowing fire
Black and white low folk
Raising fists higher and higher
There are old bridges burning
Old trolls still taking the toll
Which ever way we turn
This same old story
As it goes
Stomping out the human soul
Dehumanizing inherent glory
Raising a flag on a fascist pole

   
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