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My Door

There is war on my door The law is no more You not my neighbour So war on my door Just pack and go I am not a resident Decides so the president But by birth I am parmanent No right even the parliament Blind Brother By birth I am parmanent But there is war on my door No more is the law A line we must draw Better we must know Our children will grow Peace they must know So the despots must go Our system restore Reboot re-group resist The law must exist The law not the fist The state house has a feast When lives go to waste If you speak it is hate You are shut Mute hey you 'fool' This country we rule So stay silent you cool Or the guns will dance And the graves will have a party And the streets will fill with orphans Remember these are children And the future they be given But There is war on my door No more is the law The law is no more War war war On My door. YET MY CHILDREN ARE INSIDE.

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