Over my shoulder

 

They took hammers 

To clock towers

Stuffed wet towels 

Under doors

 

Kept TVs on 

24 hours

And all car 

Doors locked 

 

Used a lot 

of exclamation marks

Felt a strong feeling 

of purpose

 

Tracing the outlines 

of the struggle

In this they wouldn’t 

feel useless 

 

Against the future 

Against the future 

United

In disbelief 

 

Something went wrong

In their lives 

Nobody move

Until they fix this thing

◄ Your Hair

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