why must husbands go for war?
why must the child die?
why must the world end?
when the sky turn to dust
then the world shed tears
when the pain conquer the sorrow
then the world shed fears
cries dim into silent
gun shots sound like drum beat
death is sent from heaven
sins will never be forgiven
enough dead on the road
what should blow is your head
so go on a high road
and relive what you once had.
-1.40 pm-
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