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The spill of insouciant blood Coming from men who only wanted to do right The crimson liquid forming a flood That drowns morals and turns minds as black as night The tears of friends and family flow Sobs everywhere, the sound of mourning A wife and new mother cries with a casket below Having to burry her love the next morning All this for what reason? Why must we fight? Can’t we learn to see past what makes us different? How can millions of deaths seem right? Won’t people see this isn't meant? No. most just can't see past it Some refuse to look beyond the obvious Instead of the whole picture they only see the bit That will forever cause pain and separate us But some can see the shared humanity And with them there remains hope That we will open our eyes and be able to see A much brighter scope
