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Mushroom Clouds

I need to learn to Stand up Never back down Even at the sound Of a bomb hitting the ground Creating a Bang All around Flashing lights Chilling sights Long faces breaking Falling apart Electric sparks Creating dark Engulfing children Demolishing schools Screeching breaks Of car pools The green sky hails A terrible storm Out of the norm Radiation scars The lives it mars Covering stars Like a silhouette Of a giant jet It grumbles Mumbles Roars And soars Bellowing smoke Like brewing a toke The coughing stops Bodies flop To the ground No sound And just to think I could have linked This all to me If I just stood up For once in my days Then I could have earned An enormous price Within this haze The price of life For a million people And for myself Id feel like an equal
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Mar 5, 2011
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