My Penny
Are we prepared to display diplomacy conclusion in el salvador
Are we equated to the residue of our streets at home
While time lapsed beneath the bullets our fireworks burned our shores
Titled day and lived beneath flight
Our cowardice increases as feeding child bites
Taken long, measures of meat
And heel we have not, for catching little speak
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