The life is now not later,

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The life is now not later,
To the kid who
plays on mine fields,
or the one
who made,
Made your jeans,

both starving,
needing,
wanting,

love.
but get non.

i have seen.

the men who
die every moment.

die with a bullet in their chest,
they hear,
the cries,

they hear,
the pain,
and yet,
it is their "duty"

some say "yes"

some say "no"

i say stop!

stop this war,
stop all,
in fact,
stop the hate,
and burning cry,

of the dying.





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