1993
The soldiers they scramble for the beach
cut them down
like whores in heat
the families mourn
while the waves wash
the blood and stench from the shore
moaning, crying screams of agony
everywhere
as the bullets cut and rip the flesh
for the dead heroes
fresh cut flowers and tears
shiny well groomed graves
go visit, go cry
but you don't ask why
Solutions for a Sustainable World
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