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Oct 2010
the dead await

our first scrutiny

the true feelings
stir

--

on the battlefield

the only battlefield

on the street

the dead child

--

mothers weep

--

who sees?

the dead child

on the battlefield

does not stir

does not make a sound

--

election day is coming

--

who cares anymore?

--

the dead await

our first scrutiny

true feelings stir

we stir

we arise
Written by
jeffrey robin
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