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Shot Down

James Phillips
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James Phillips


Long have we all waited
Many times have we seen
In the eyes of the labourers
In the eyes of the neighbours
A feeling that leaves none to guess
Who’s been doing what
For who & when for less & who’s
Been left out there with
Dust on his dead feet,
Shot down in the streets

Look right, at the sunset
Look left, pour the tea
Look on in amusement
Milk first and mass crazy here
Nowhere else in the world can you
See so many monsters & mutations
That creep out so efficiently & leave
You wondering what happened to all
Those sacred things, they got
Shot down in the streets

New morning, new morning
Old ways get away
But here in my cradle
I lie incapable
I’m a white boy who looked at his life
Gathered in his hands and saw it was
All due to the sweat of some other man
That one who got
Shot down in the streets



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