They Watch from Black Feathers by Revolution, I Love You

In the spaces that we’re leaving
between our chants and screaming
a lone propeller’s beating,
reflecting, and repeating

The gauntlet of white and blue
Brass badges and well shined shoes
reminds us what we’ll go through
if we don’t march where we’re told to

They don’t silence us,
but they watch.

Our cameras can see their eyes
Our cameras can see the color
Our cameras can see their eyes
Their cameras just see our numbers

You hear that helicopter,
the ever present watcher?
Doesn’t it make you wonder
if they’re scared of our numbers?

They don’t silence us,
but they watch.

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