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by jake-meizell

She doesn’t care, never forget that She doesn’t care how or why or even who The screaming woman holding the charred remains of her life doesn’t give a shit about go fuck yourselves 1000th of year of history She doesn’t care if she saw the tank rolling over her past before it annihilated her present. She doesn’t care if she didn’t see the bomb drop All that matters to her is her baby is dead She doesn’t care if there was bottle rockets near her home, we dropped a smart bomb on it And it’s we, don’t forget that either, we build the bombs, we build the anguish, we sell death And what is the price of a mothers anguish? Campaign money and 2% for your side next election
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