Anger as sharp as the broken glass burning cars and tear gas every race riot--is the last one a dying culture´s final gasp every decade--yet no one learns and it´s always their own homes they burn crushed by a quorum-driven-state machine a nation´s will, cannot be turned memories lost in a nation´s sleep in the dreams of contented sheep can we ever hope to find solutions when our country has sold the constitution all too wrong to be right the answer´s there, we just lack the sight race wars fed by prejudice and fright the love of a nation for its people burned through the night monochrome blood sport--we never tire so many things feed the fires to repeat history--a world conspires so many years have fed the desires