Charleston oh Charleston 

Stolen riches as the end draws near 
Gentleness is hard to find
Blind love as usual
Weeping heard  throughout the black galaxy 
No one to run to
No funds for the guns that come through 
Lows and highs 
Kneeling and reeling from historical repetitions
Where can we go?
Wet pillows soak up the grief of Africa
Oh Charleston 
Pleadings and intercedings run on high
The Oval Office is heating up
Confederate spies hold the flag in place
No place to go but black space 
The brink feels like hell 
Church bells
Charleston oh Charleston 


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