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Trapped in the brush,
With my ears ringing from the gun shot.
Raising their weapons for another round,
Boys cried aloud trying to escape from the pain of the bullets.

Pulling away,
Kicking and punching as being dragged out to die

Putting the muzzle of his gun to the heads of the boys,
Fainting trying to escape the fear of death
Thinking about how these are the consequences of a civil war.
Death to anyone that crosses their path.





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