66 lives were reported dead,
66 faces we wont see in a breezy day,
66 tears running through rotting corpses,
and 66 souls that hope one more 6 comes around,
66 bullets shoved in a mothers womb,
66 bodies die young,
66 dead were reported today and yet,
the beautiful reporter has a smile on her face.
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice. alot of emotion, i liked.