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Is there something wrong with me
that I don't see
how one can kill another
how one can shoot a brother
through the heart
blow his life apart
is there no other choice
must i quiet my voice
am i wrong
are they somehow singing the right song

Why can't i grasp 
how they can clasp
in their hands
humans' lives: and snap their necks like rubber bands

I don't care
what they declare
this endless fight
will never be right

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