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My War, Our War
Walk down the worn street,
Watch as the kids get shot.
I know some of them,
I knew some of them.
Shake in anger as the torn families cry,
As the grown men wallow in tears.
Meet in our usual place, our haven.
Hold each other as another falls,
As another never breathes again.
The streets we walk, the streets we live,
Our personal war.
Watch as the kids get shot.
I know some of them,
I knew some of them.
Shake in anger as the torn families cry,
As the grown men wallow in tears.
Meet in our usual place, our haven.
Hold each other as another falls,
As another never breathes again.
The streets we walk, the streets we live,
Our personal war.
Published 18th Apr 2013
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