In honor of all those who suffer(ed) from injustice.
You paint murals for those murdered by people put in power to protect them.
You thank me for my service, and yet my wingmen sit homeless by the freeway.
You squander your legacy-earned resources while scolding the poor for not working hard enough.
You have manipulated us with your words, but our cries for change ring far louder.
Change will come, in this life or the next. It must.
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