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Sep 2015
do you hear the cries out there
         some will drown
in darkness
it was leave or die
so pay the man the fare

no air
dead in a container
for a refugee
there is no fair

country torn apart
cities razed
if it were us instead
how would we fare
martin
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martin  England
(England)   
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