Aftermath
The truth is out there, a prominent decree
Choosing not to see it is cruel
Turn your blind eye, deny reality
Then you have been branded a fool
Do what you will, do what you must
While preparing for interrogation
I’m not the law, I’m not the judge
Who after life decides segregation
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