Writing Exercise #12

Verse 1 (provided):

“White boys rock the ancient Ford

Teeter-totter swing

Trapped inside, the children shudder

Afrikaner ditties ring

Drag the papa, slag the mama

Flames that lick and stink

Little buggers boil like ink”

Chorus (provided):

One more link in a chain reaction

Spinning round and round and round

Another turn, another fraction

One more link in a chain reaction

Verse 2:

Gunshot cracks, an exclamation mark

on tragedy in progress

trapped inside systemic, racist,

apartheid, criminal conquest.

A skirmish starts, bullets like darts

rain as the wreckage burns.

So far to go, so much to learn.

Chorus (provided):

One more link in a chain reaction

Spinning round and round and round

Another turn, another fraction

One more link in a chain reaction

Verse 3:

Candles burn down to their wicks

They flicker in the wind

Picture frames adorn the burned out

shell that they died in.

Tears are shed then put to bed

“We won’t forget their names”

But then, why oh why does it end up the same?

Chorus (provided):

One more link in a chain reaction

Spinning round and round and round

Another turn, another fraction

One more link in a chain reaction

Author: Roe

29. she/her. Songwriter & Trek Punk Soul™.

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