High Cotton

The blackest land

The whitest people

The hate extends

From every steeple

The sirens scream

From street to street

The greenest town

You’ll ever meet

The shots ring out

They’ve paid the toll

Prepare to fail

Forget the goal

They’ve all packed up

They’ve all just split

And left no trace

Just empty pit

The cotton high

Now reaches low

The memory fades

The ashes glow

You’ve been sucked in

You’ve been deceived

The comfort comes

Rear-view relieved

Where have you gone

What happened here

My home destroyed

My home town dear




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