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Oh no!
We are starting to lose support
The building is falling
We never placed any safety plans
Who would’ve thought in the end we ought to care
We are all falling out
The twist and curves,
Wind around the ominous islands.
The wooden structure
Flows slowly,
Down the creeping current.
Waddling through the clear blue waters.
Little fish swim;
Free.
Free.
I see it . I see it !
I see the blackhole of hate racing to my presence , then into my veins.
I hate it , but it consumes me every minute I am around it.
Justice for Trayvon
Their will be.
No more unfair inequality
Jury, judge all knew this was wrong.
What more evidence do you need
for the case of young Trey?
