I woke up crying
As my nation lay dying
At the worst timing
I wish I was lying.
Here is my hand
Lying in the sand
Skin turning tan
As man kills man.
Where is the love
Free as the dove
Who has the love
Peace is enough.
My heart lies broken
As it once was a token
For hate burned it open
Now it lays tear-soaken.
-Sam 3
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