Every Seven Minutes
EVERY SEVEN MINUTES
Every seven minutes another child dies
Every seven minutes a mother cries
Rubble comes crashing down from the skies
They will never be able to say their goodbyes
Running into the street
Glass cutting into her little four year old feet
Blood begins to cover the innocent girl's face
A new orphan who still can't differentiate between race
She looks around
Her home and town now blown to the ground
She tries to scream for help
She only manages one weak yelp
Another missile is fired
More events have transpired
She tries to run
Bleeding and tired
She hears a sound of a gun
Seven minutes have gone by
Seven minutes for another innocent child to die
In seven minutes another mother will inevitably be forced to cry...
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