The Rain Continues to Pour
Stop the pain, stop the rain but yet it continues to pour
Violence right around the door
Killing, shooting when will it stop. No listen, the rain continues to pour.
Look at outside, drippity drop. The drops of bleed shed, the color is red.
The color is red that's all I said, interesting the color red is dead.
The rain continues to pour on another Black Man's Door.
Stop the pain, stop the rain but yet it continues to pour.
This poem is about:
Our world
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