And happy I am, day and night
I never have been very sad
Only at times when some passed away
The only times I cried
And someone so quiet came to my life
Merely a classmate, acquaintance
But in her I saw, those eyes so filled
With grief, and blood, of war
Drained they were, so full still of
The fear that gripped so long
The nights they ran, their relatives slain
The home they loved destroyed
And then I saw a group or herd
Of children, women and men
Inside a cage, they ran and they ran
The audience shooting them down
And in it I saw, the grief so deep
And scared, nauseated I was
Her father's head, her mother's body
Her baby brother piked
And in it I saw, a lot like her
Sympathy washed through me
I regretted some things, I wasted and did
And reached out to help others see
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