The stage is set,
the world's eyes on the stage,
eyes of a predator ready to pounce,
you want to run,
you want to hide,
but they pounce,
and your failure is imminent.
You can't run,
you can't hide,
palms are sweaty,
and throat is dry,
sore from countless screams unheard.
You wait,
and wait,
and watch the scene play out,
brothers falling
one by one,
kicked,
bashed,
and scratched.
Blood is splattered all around,
you want to run,
but your feet are stuck to the ground,
you look
you're alone,
not a soul to be found.
The world's eyes are now on you,
greed shines brightly,
you feel them bore into
your skin,
and set it a blaze.
White flames lick across your skin,
your muscles,
and your bones,
ripping away at each layer slowly,
it burns,
and it stings,
but you still can't fall.
The eyes of the world,
no eyes of greedy business men,
saunter over,
a grin dances across their lips
as you burn.
It soon falls
along with the flames,
and somehow your still standing,
nothing but a pile of bones.
You slowly heal,
and those eyes dripping in greed
set you a blaze once more,
and this time you fall,
collapsing on stage,
the eyes of the world are pleased,
they wish for an encore.
As you lay on the ground
you watch those greedy men,
with their greasy hair,
blood shot eyes,
and cocky smirks,
sitting on thrones
when your barely breathing.
The flames go out,
you start to heal,
you slowly get up,
knees weak,
legs weaker,
yet still you stand,
and now you'll fight.
You are not a slave,
you are not property,
you are America,
home of the free,
you are a fire work!
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