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Were we honest

A bird flies high A baby cries A mother sighs A soldier dies A river runs Up comes the sun At the point of a gun His life is done Children play Worshipers pray Palm trees sway A bullet did slay Lovers linger in bed Tender words are said His wound fairly bled 'Till he was stone-cold dead We say that we care Solemnly offer a prayer Were we honest We wouldn't dare

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Date: 12/16/2018 1:13:00 AM
Wow a very emotive and vivid poem. Love it, Gershon.
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