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City grounds around dusk
Freshly grown protests to toil
Blades of people
Faces green, yellow, red, white,
black, brown, and blue
Emotions run high
Amongst each one of you
Activists shelter in the greenhouse of hope and faith
To produce change the fruit of their labor is pre-ordained
No one can cop or destroy this sacred garden crop
Meanwhile, counters are grounded in a field of death and turmoil
Rocky cover try to smother or covert baby stems
The committed reject being transplanted
Away from the sun’s rays and destiny lands a win
Bending or withering is a choice they won’t make.
