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Bullets
rip through the air Piercing
innocent and delicate skin Justice
provided by those caught in angers snare The
need for power… deafening
Religion
and money take hold Cowardly
humans care not of years Raping
the young, beating the old Leaving
this world broken…in tears
Gangs
engaged in bloody fight… sounds
of fury echo through the sky. Hiding
under bed covers at night… fearing
human life...is it condemned to die?
Just
like the trees so easily felled Continue to fight…see death propelled
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