Noon E Poems

Walk slowly through the doors of hell

Wait patiently for the crying bell
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Mark the date on the calendar

Mark it with red
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My memories are now buried under rubble

But I am stronger than thee
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Smooth surfaces stay smooth but not for long

They get carved by a machine gun's bullets
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Gun to your head

Tell the truth
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Mourners will be none

At his funeral when its held
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