London Bridge Is Falling Down
London Bridge is falling down
for the sins of London's sons
Silver spoons that choose to fight
should never have the right of our heads bowed
Silence is for the people that never had a choice
Flowers are for the ones who had no weapons but a voice
Freedom is such a tired word
and in privileged hands it becomes numb
You can easily fight for freedom without violence or a gun
So London Bridge will continue to fall
until London's sons stop acting blameless
Maybe one day they'll have the guts to ask for some forgiveness
Until then the fire of blame will continue to spread becoming more contagious
and hatred won't die, while men continue to lie,
instead of loving their enemies and their neighbours
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2017
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