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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