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Aug 2016
The Brave

The bunch of flowers lay on the grave
The words inscribed their We can only save
The working policeman always the brave

The man was only 24 so young to die but he believed in a noble cause
All the people lined the streets and how many times must our children brake the laws
Three teenagers stabbed him with knives like swords but they weren't knights they were cowards whose lives and up bringing meant they blamed society who shut their doors
Who can save them from themselves only pawns on a chess board made in hell to show the future only blood now pours
The biggest tragedy of all concerned will wake up next morning while the dead in their coffin turned and the wars will go on till the thugs are in jail cells and children take account till the last black crow caws.
comprehending
Written by
Peter Kiggin
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