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The suffering are the scapegoat
The guns all fire free
The illness roots are strong
And you refuse to help me
You blame me for your violence
You rob me for my silence
You never guessed it happened
To the children you ignored
Everyone is asking questions
But no one stops to listen
When the bombers and the shooters Needed ears and not a sword

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