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anger seething

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Always boiling, anger seething
Never ever lets us stop grieving.
Pulling my mind, stealing sunshine
Overseas men who were so kind.
Giving up their lives, their homes, their scathe-less fates
Simply to keep others safe.
Fear and hatred, breaking my heart
Why, oh why did it have to start?
A petty crime, some long-forgotten feud?
What is the point of blaming our prelude?
Because of evil black, or hatred deep?
War is not what I will reap.





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