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CAN'T IGNORE IT
sitting under the sycamore tree
visualizing how life in their world might be
little boys made into soldiers and rebels
forced to rape their mothers and sisters
bellies sticking out full of empty air
the smell of death neutralizes the air
bodies thrown into a pit and forgotten over ages
washing up in feces infested water and drinking urine
blood tears stained their cheeks
surviving off human remains
guards beating them merciously with chains
no where out no where to go only one road to the top
starring into the sky imagining another world they'll never find
red cross workers become hostages supplies destroyed
trading women for livestock and kids for sexual pleasures
murders more common than the flu with no cure
militia are the new mom and dad of their town
sores and disease infest and corrode their helpless bodies
the body count adds up survival grows slim
we sit and watch this on t.v then say goodnight to our family
isn't life all the same we should be ashamed
these stories are real and are not so far away
how about saving a life today
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