Seasons change but nothing else do The memories fade and the crowds do too Politicians pivot back, right on cue And now you wait for the next man to get shot and killed Infighting, sabotage, a movement splintered A Summer of Love turned to a Cruel Winter But when that rainy season hits Can’t wash away all the stains in the social fabric It’s in too deep Pain in the hearts of those who fight to the last Not all heroes wear capes, not all villains wear masks In real life the bad guys get away clean Might even climb the ranks of this American regime I seen ‘em throw somebody’s dead mother’s ashes in the trash and laugh How the fuck you reform that? (Heh) It’s not likely, but keep asking politely ’Til then, black bloc march nightly It was the Summer of Love until Summer died In a hospital bed on the Fourth of July Blood splattered on I-5 You seen on the stream, Omari cried Only silver lining, Diaz Love survived Summer Season sets but the Love still lingers Despite the tear gas, blast balls and beating-induced seizures They came out in June, chanting and carrying signs Now they barricade streets Have you asked yourself why? Rage and fury just love that’s been wronged Don’t forget, hungry people don’t stay hungry for long That’s why them thugs with badges roll out on patrol So them affluent liberals could cling to they status quo Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity (Heh) Word to William Yeats It’s kinda like a cycle Words from 1920 echo through time and struggle Now 100 years later them same words still true And how ironic, he was a fascist (Ha) Maybe there’s a thin line that once you cross you can’t go back from Reactionary thinking once you seen a world crumbling Both sides know it, the liberals in the middle blind Asking why these kids protest all the time They tired but they can’t sleep Smoke weed to treat the PTSD From violent police and encampment sweeps But like they say, "no justice, no peace" And wouldn’t you really like some peace?
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