How are we meant to comprehend?
The tragic loss of life
When we are told of hundreds of murdered
By a martyrs sacrifice
How do we still
The haltered fuelled by this constant grief
Dose every country have a hero,
Dose every country have a thief?
How do we stem the flow of blood?
That's staining all soil red
If, in life we fight the difference
Do we rest peaceful once we're dead?
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