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Black Ghetto
The children call out in voices of anger
As the fires devour their kingdom
It is a matter of circumstance here, in
This place of horror, torment and panic
Where two forces compact with such energy
The giant dinosaurs roar, smothering everything
In their tracks, nothing stands
While the fires rage, and little children
Run naked and frightened into the smoke.
Somewhere in white walled office buildings
Men in black suits sit around tables squabbling
About the why and wherefore of such things
Meanwhile another black child weeps for his mother.
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Copywriter UK 2006
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