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All the Broken bodies - all the broken bones
All lying dead bloodied within the war zones

The heat unbearable - the stench even more
As the smell of death seeps from every pore 

No respect is given so we can bury the dead
So we are left to sleeping with them instead

Children as all crying they do not understand
Just what's happening in their promised land

People no longer have trust in their very own
Whispered words, relayed on their cell phone

Who has sold them out, to who is the enemy
Black market men come, with their remedies 

Possessions sold so we can sneak out by night
No thoughts at all given, to our frighten plight

Camping out on the borders of our loved land
All of us at the mercy of our own “God’s” plan

Our children are starving as women are raped 
We cannot go back there is no forward escape

Nobody wants us, it has all been heard before
And people getting sick of hearing of your war

Broken bodies, broken bones, as broken minds
Reminds us all of a unjust life that is so unkind

The ethnics, the minority, and indigenous ones
Whether it is the bulldozers or someone's guns

It may take a life time, but you will feel my pain
Wake up one morning, with nothing else to gain

Your life worthless, as that pile of broken bones 
Then left to ponder on your very own war zones

It may take a life time, but you will feel my pain

Broken bodies, broken bones . . . 

Indiana Shaw . . .

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