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When the music died

When the music died It turned into police sirens When the music died It was like playing musical statues Without the music And forever stuck in silence When the music died It gave space for the gunshots And the screams that came after it When the music died The soul died too When the music died The world stood still The echoes of what could've been When the music died Tears fell from our eyes The part of us that carried joy had died When the music died We mourned all the black lives Held a funeral and said our goodbyes When the music died It wasn't a surprise When silence filled the streets Waiting for someone to speak Waiting for the moment the black people Who introduced colour to the world To come back alive When the music died The streets cried

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