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1976

1976 Not just a number with statistics,heroes fell who didn't live to tell,who can't reap what they saw,leaving all they new to be true behind,families wish they could rewind and make things right by them,walking on the pool of blood where our kind became victims of change,looking back to what they fought for,do we ever consider the intentions of their demise,goodbyes unsaid and birthdays celebrated among angels,bullets flew,hearts stood still,their beats heard no more,the sky confused by the white smokes turning black clouds,the world with no color yet what took place in the day painted various colors of pain in fragile hearts,every time we kill each other,the fallen soul that went before us is troubled,every time we starve ourselves of forgiveness,the other fallen soul feels the hunger,how long will it take to heal these eternal wounds,time flies as some of us loose what roots us and our heritage,humanity and unity,they have sacrificed all to halt the pain,never again shall it rain or pour with agony,the past embraced is not forgotten but if we dwell too much on it, their death was in vain,so many dead of some we never heard,ripping the future raw from umbilical cords,ripe wombs hesitating to give birth to other victims to get swallowed by this earth,boom boom boom,misery looms are we doomed,even cockroaches never get massacred like this,minds trapped in the middle of a sea waiting for moses to split it into two,saw two horses racing together why can't it be our forever?

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