And Still They Kept on Playing
The war raged in the ravages of violence and death.
Outrages over the economy made us feel helpless
But still the children played.
The tenements in their poverty,
The beggar begging on the street,
Didn't matter, still the children played.
A water shortage,
A food shortage,
And still the children played.
It seemed to me,
That we were born,
With innate happiness.
And I played.
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