At the wake of this tragedy,
you can’t tell the difference.
Cancer? Infection? Sadness? Bullets?
Ask the mother; she knows.
In the wake of this tragedy,
you can taste the difference.
Our people die this way.
Your people die that way.
The Berlin Wall may be
black and white,
but tears
are as clear as day.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
At the wake of this tragedy,
you can’t tell the difference.
Cancer? Infection? Sadness? Bullets?
Ask the mother; she knows.
In the wake of this tragedy,
you can taste the difference.
Our people die this way.
Your people die that way.
The Berlin Wall may be
black and white,
but tears
are as clear as day.
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