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Dec 2016
atrocities of the world
have left me frozen inside
and now all I want
is a place to hide

blood and bullets
flying through the air
brother killing brother
and neither care

babies dying
by the doctors blade
children go missing
girls to slave trade

every night
I lay in bed
pray for the living
and then for the dead

my simple request is
for all to heal
and every child
to get a hot meal

in the end
sister and brother
cause like they say
we only have each other
Hannah Hempsted
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