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One man alone, his patriotic rule takes it`s toll.
His sardonic grin thrashes spirits while wielding his role.
Two nations unite to fight for a races rights but it`s not worth their while,
coz it just devides the world with a line and devides a friendly smile.
Three babies died today. where the bomb landed became their grave, a concocted cloud of grey is a signiture of pain.Their lives
already paved,already made and laid before their eyes. And I preyed that they would be safe to wake one day in a peaceful place.
Four freedoms besieged for four freedoms freed, matters at what price.
It should not be done by the hand of the gun.It`s a chance on a score sided dice.
Five fingers armed and ready to kill even when not at their own will.
War lingers on like a disease so ill without the aid of a curative pill,so ill.
Six shooters format a triad line, surely the devils sign, on a translucent red street.
Building stumps remain from the morters stains.No longer
the pitter patter of feet that one use to meet appearing down their way. And I preyed that they would be safe to wake one day in a peaceful place.
Ashes to ashes,family roots to clay,boom boom boom, could be your last day.
Dust to Dust, life to death, hold hold hold, could be your last breath.
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