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The shape of a wheel
Wikus
1/11/2016

It is quiet, it is night
In my heart, a question bright
Should I stay, put up a fight
Should I go, despite being right

Darkness covers no unjust
In their hearts for blood the lust
We should go, they say, a must
They will never again us trust

The silence is just a guise
There word spoken, soaked with lies
Unjust to us now oversized
Their action now without surprise

Will the truth be ever known?
Will unjust to us then shown?
Peace to us was just on loan
Useless for us our fate bemoan.

But in time the sun will shine
People will drink and they will dine
No thought be given to this fear of mine
Thats the proses, time after time

What comes around, goes around
Cries of pain a dying sound
But be sure, a wheel is round
In each position, someone else be found.

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