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Trials

The mother cries,
The darkness cread.
Lovers killed,
And robbers fleed.
Lines run,
Colors bleed.
Noisy childrens',
Mouths are shut.
Authors paint,
The bloody tongues.
The President begs,
The teachers fled.
Darkness filled,
The weary night.
Good night,
Fair light.
Goodbye old day.
The trials have just began...




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