Truth

They kill and hurt for their own pursuit. Our freedom is being mute. Strange men walking in suits. Husbands and Fathers taken. Dispute. All they can do is stand and salute. As young children are being shoot. With a nation as strong as a yellow root. Chaos is a factory and we're pollute. Some try to bring peace and love. Others confused asking "Who's the sparrow and who's the dove?" Yet it shouldm't matter cause man isn't the judge. We sit and fight. While the son of Hilter will unleash his grudge. But for some the gate won't open... It won't even budge. Then What? What happens when the homes are burnt. The flowers are dirt. And blood stains your shirt. How do we survive? When they've taken are pride? When we are no longer alive inside? And feel so deprived? How will we know? Where will we go? TELL US THE TRUTH!

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