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The Funeral

Dead silence blares through the air
Silent tears roll down resolute faces
Aches of heart slice the air
A funeral is on its way, behold.

No red necks with long guns salute
No black coats with white ties puffs up
Just a petite woman with
Her two sons, small, present.

There's no speech, no anguish of blatant lies
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