People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Dark and brooding reigns this day
as rain falls softly on the fields of
flowers. The stones which stand
with stars and crosses. Nothing
glosses this tragedy. Long past the
game of wait and see. All we have
lost, all which may never be found.
The peace of plenty, bright songs
and dark. Stark the prospects without
thought. What do we expect, sick, sad,
made of frustration, anguish and anger.
We do not know the future, though we
may have killed a brighter tomorrow.
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