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May 2013
Where is the god
They had sold me
To whom my mother
She taught me to pray
Through these eyes I have seen
So much tragedy
Ah,the world
She has gone so astray
I need to have this answer
Why all the madness and greed
What use in bleeding the dancer
We shall never
Fill all that that we need
And what has become of the righteous
In gods name untold numbers are slain
Yet the hollow words of the pious
Say how he feels the worlds pain
Where is the god
They had sold me
I fear he is gone in the light
Fool,open your eyes
Then you will see
He no longer cares for the fight.          Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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