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Children Of The Corn

It's said that joy comes in the morning and freaks come out at night
Based off the sight of carnage, we might not ever see the light
Seems like, all we do is fight, plunder and pillage
Enriching Mother Nature's soil with our blood spillage

It takes a village and kinship runs deeper than the skin
Made in GOD's image with many heritages mixed in
Some with an abundance of melanin; some devoid of it
Yet, we're all enthralled by halls of racist's excrement

No pulpit nor amendment has eradicated this beast
From the looks of it, its covenant won't come to a cease
No justice, no peace has been a slogan for decades
No matter how it's conveyed, its message ain't relayed

Sam cooked up a song to say that a change gon' come
I wouldn't bet the bank on that or you'll surely become a bum
Prior outcomes even had Marvin asking what's going on
The actions of many factions look like Children Of The Corn
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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