Anger as sharp as the broken glass

Burning cars and tear gas

Every race riot--is the last one

A dying culture's final gasp



Every decade--yet no one learns

And it's always their own homes they burn

Crushed by a quorum-driven-state machine

A nation's will, cannot be turned



Memories lost in a nation's sleep

In the dreams of contented sheep

Can we ever hope to find solutions

When our country has sold the Constitution



All too wrong to be right

The answer's there, we just lack the sight

Race wars fed by prejudice and fright

The love of a nation for its people

burned through the night



Monochrome blood sport--we never tire

So many things feed the fires

To repeat History--a world conspires

So many years have fed the desires