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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