George Floyd [Demo]

In the land of honey The rich make money While poor cry out on the street And they try to silence The pleas with violence Proclaim it's in the name of peace While the news reporter Demands for order The crowd watches him struggle to breathe From the high tower The man in power Insists we protect property In the land of freedom The people seldom Reap their born liberty For a person's color Dictates how others Dictate how their life oughta be While the privileged mutter On headline covers The crowd asks the police "How can you expect us To think you protect us? You murdered him in front of me" In the land of glory The top page story Resembles 1963 And the man in power Says wait for your hour But I still believe in that dream As the people riot They try to keep quiet The screams spilling onto the street But the cry for justice Is louder than all of us And we'll fight as long as we need In the land of sugar A person's murder Is called "brutality" And George's brother Cries out with his mother As bodies pour over the scene The flames grew higher As shops caught fire And troops gripped their death machines But you can't stop us 'Til every one of us Can live in true equality