Fires and drums

Fires and drums

The drums beat

The fires burn

The voices are all we heard

In the dark city streets

And between the mass

Of two black forces

Was a great divide

Those representing

The force or law

And those represening

A force for change

And above and beyond the din

Of the voices choosing to sing

You could feel the power rising

And among those who marched forward

In unity it was agreed

As each fell they would be picked up

As they faced the sheilds

And as they faced the batons

They knew this was defining

This was challenging

The system, the establishment and authority

This was a night of fire and drums

This was getting things done

Standing in unity

Standing on mass as one.

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