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By: Jekk

Childern

cry out for their father

as a mother, strong as has

no right looks on

Close by, a woman

screams,

"I hate you, how you make

me feel your loss."

And I hear grown

men

cry as children

as blood is spilt

and some old man

cries for his lost

wife

as I am carted

away

My worlds replaced by

a pretty smile

and told that

everything is all right

ERABOUTS
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