The boys hit the girls
and the boys hit other boys
the boys grow up and got guns
the girls too
and they shoot the other men and women
and boys and girls
and bury them in mass graves
but just the same
I love seeing the sunshine
when it's raining outside.
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I would like to translate this poem
yes indeedy. pumpkin seedy. jonny like the poems he reading.