Tat 2man Poems

With the crash of guns death calls to me.
And my final battle has begun.
And we march steadily on.
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Every morning I wake and ask why we are here.
This is not my country, these are not my people.

Every night I hope to wake up in the states.
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My Father deteriorates more each day.
This genetic monster is killing him.

Do I have it also? I wonder every day.
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