purple metal raindrops obliged in the drifting sun
communications in paradise that cover the domes
where once laid a faith that knew nothing else
but peaceful love for community and love of the self
without words they were torn from their towers
left high and dry in the needless thrown hours
all of the songs that were still left to sing
were frozen and hammered out flat upon
the earth that reflected their struggle, their sun
and when all of their voices were cut out
from the heads and the meaning they cared about
oppressors stood laughing, kicking away skulls
all the masses they slaughtered, they thought animals
now the story be told by the folks that did win
it's not just a shame, in fact it's likely a sin
generations lost to never again be found
of those who eaten, burned or drowned
as the populace sing another popular song
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