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Jan 2016
It does not get better,
As the world gets wetter.
Crying and screaming for home,
In this triviality is where one roams.
When voice after voice,
Argues against the other.
No traction nor gain,
In this world gone insane.
Where cries of hope and peace are heard,
Only cries of death and blood remain.
Seth Milliman
Written by
Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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