Charles A Mitchem
The atmosphere's electric
as the band comes on
the crowd starts dancing
but then something goes wrong
There's lots of pushing
the air becomes tense
a fight breaks out
through lack of sense
Somewhere in this riot
lies a man so quiet
he has been punched to the ground
they kicked him while he was down
And with one cold flash
of an icy blade
he has been put into darkness
as his skin colour fades
The band stops playing
the fight dies down
a circle round the corpse
there's not a single sound
Good-bye tomorrow
ain't seen enough today
thanks to the mindless few
big boys - they've struck again