I throw the first fist,
Get away from my good friend...

My friend gets punched hard,
And does not get right back up...

There are still some slaves,
But not as much as there were...

She runs around our big home,
But she is not allowed to roam...

The Flow Of The Stream
Down and down it goes...

The Bermuda Triangle
Planes get lost there all day long...

Every autumn they
Are here to play and they will...

It makes sandwiches,
It makes the best toast around...

Coffee comes from beans,
Some drink it every morning...

It comes from a plant,
Gives a lot of food some spice...

It comes from deep mines,
It makes food taste way better...

Not Ok
All black lives matter...