down the barrel

Black, white or brindle – oh, what do I care

All living together – we breathe the same air

Now old men with money raise protests with cunning

What of the outcome? Down the barrel we stare

Down the barrel we stare yet cannot see a thing

Except for the throng – danger in story they bring

Holding up placards they need not say a word

Their actions speak louder than any word could

Those who have sacrificed – beholden to them

A duty to someone they ne’er give a thought

In times of true need – those same people they sought

But now – they’re considered – not at all – not at all

Into smaller pieces – their memory spalled

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