The War on People

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Black smoke is rising
Machine guns are raoaring strident sounds
The repetitive rhythm of helicopters
The bloody hounds chasing the children of freedom
Wheels of sirens crush through ancient scrolls
It's all over us
Freedom vanishes in dust
Justice existed out of screen of deception
It's a war on people
With innocence locked in the cage of insanity
Peace and love disappeared in vanity
It's all over us - the war on people





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