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They Killed My Father

1966

They killed my father. He was killed
with no good reason - just in vain.
That was a little drop of lead,
but how's deep the wound and pain.

He had no time to give a cry,
just cracked a shot in air, mute.
Its echo, long ago, had died,
but it's in me - this burning wound.
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