Off on the Horizon,
I see fire in the sky.
The earth is bleeding black gold,
Where eleven did die.
The suits seem callous,
Making the “SMALL FOLKS “mad.
Killing off someone livelihood,
It isn’t so bad?
When will they wake up?
Take the blinders off their eyes.
So there are no longer,
Fires in the sky.
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