The murky rifles roar through the still night..
The hefty tanks flared through the grieving air..
They eradicated, exterminated directly in my sight
And demonstrated no such care
Their dreadful leader, we grew fearful
Deafened by the silent booming shrieks
I grew sorrowful but not Shameful
For I knew.. Somewhere there is a Dove
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