Reconstruction
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Fires and screams and fading tones
Children are running from the fires of hell
A little old story Im dying to tell
A rotten of a smell
I t sure aint peace I’m trying to sell
Lies and fears and frightening cheers
Hanging from her toes , split ear to ear
Almost reminds me like the cleaning of a deer
Till this day I still have that fear.
Our history is oh so clear
May say it’s far but feels so near…
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