Justified
Burn the crosses
Ghosts walk in broad daylight
Gas the masses
A circus unfolding in the streets
Holes in the innocent
Hidden by the establishment
Cuts and bruises
Abused by the protector
You die for their sins
So they become the victim
Liberty is not given
But death is buy one get one free
And every silent onlooker
Is hiding a hood in their closet
When you speak you're lynched
So they can call it justified
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2020
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