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Put guns into the hands of children Put bullets through their hearts Soldiers killed before the war’s begun those who were to carry tomorrow’s flag Lie buried beneath their elder’s feet How many lives in the name Of justice, Revenge, Or greed? The future dies with each of them.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
He Died of a Gunshot Wound
Put guns into the hands of children Put bullets through their hearts Soldiers killed before the war’s begun those who were to carry tomorrow’s flag Lie buried beneath their elder’s feet How many lives in the name Of justice, Revenge, Or greed? The future dies with each of them.
April-morning
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19/F/Virginia
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
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