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The day we die Inside
We can run
and We can hide
We can pretend
that We are blind
but that day
will come
when our tears
caress our fears
as We stand
with our kids
with our head
bowed low
at the end
of a barrel
of their guns
and We can hide
We can pretend
that We are blind
but that day
will come
when our tears
caress our fears
as We stand
with our kids
with our head
bowed low
at the end
of a barrel
of their guns
Published 13th Apr 2017
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