Sad attacks are stacking to leave nerves on all backs.
With increasing sickness shown unmasking this as a fact,
That...
Sad attacks are stacking to leave nerves on all backs.
With increasing sickness shown unmasking this as a fact,
That...
Peace has packed on a fast track and gone.
Where are the people,
The people wishing peace.
Has peace retreated,
To leave fearing increased.
What has happened to the people?
The loving caring people?
As these sad attacks are stacking,
To leave nerves on all backs.
Where are the people,
The people seeking peace.
Has peace retreated,
To leave fearing increased...
As,
People are now looking for trouble.
And...
People are now hunting for trouble.
What has happened to the people?
The people who loved peace?
As these sad attacks are stacking,
To leave nerves on all backs.
Gun toters now attacking,
As if a knack to snack...
On those innocent as if it's meant,
To make fearing fact.
Where are the people,
The people wishing peace.
Has peace retreated,
To leave fearing increased.
What has happened to the people?
The people who loved peace?
As these sad attacks are stacking,
To leave nerves on all backs.
Sad attacks are stacking to leave nerves on all backs.
With increasing sickness shown unmasking this as a fact,
That...
Peace has packed on a fast track and gone,
To leave a grieving.
Peace has packed on a fast track and gone.
Oh where could be the people,
The people seeking peace.
Has peace retreated,
To leave fearing increased...
As,
People are now looking for trouble.
Where are the people,
The people wishing peace.
Has peace retreated,
To leave fearing increased...
As,
People are now looking for trouble.
And...
People are now packing for trouble.
Where could be the people,
The people seeking peace.
Has peace retreated,
To leave fearing increased...
As,
People are now looking for trouble.
And...
People are now gunning for trouble.
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