State of Emergency

The state of our country is Maryland; or is it Missouri?
The people in the brown and gray smoked streets say
the answer is in black and white. The smoke so intense,
they incredulously garner the strength to breathe.
They see death in their futures; their eyes black and blue!
So, those faces they spite, with a seemingly aimless fight,
to hopefully enlight, the controllers of the rights, their plight;
so that one day fire is not the way to flex might, to shed light,
no longer a need to incite to insight!

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