On the bright day morning
when the sun was about to raise
when all the town was like labourers of twin tower
I heard the sound of the gun
At the roof of the house
the sound is heard
On the bright day morning
when the sun was about to raise
they shot him
He laid on the ground
to the wrong direction, he laid
On the bright day morning
when the sun was shining
The cool blood was taken
I was beside the body
shivering, i cried, i lacked of word
On the brigh day morning
they had taken away the life
from him
They had shown me what
i have ever seen.
I have seen the human body on the ground
they called it the dead body
I have seen.
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