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And the Sun It Still Does Shine

It was the land of our fathers
Life was hard, a daily grind
Though we had food in our bellies
And the sun it still did shine

Foreign soldiers came with promises
But their leaders were so blind
Our land became unstable
But the sun it still did shine

The black flag came with mad men
Holy books redefined
Bloodied streets flowed like rivers
But the sun it still did shine

With despair and with no hope
A new land must we find
Crushing bodies cling to each other
But the sun it still did shine

My child's hand it slipped away from me
With a surge of the salty brine
A watery grave now of so many
But the sun it still does shine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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