How do I cope with the shame that I feel
And then look you straight in the eye?
And how do I claim to stand for what's right,
Then accept disregard for your lives?
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That morning we woke up,
Like any other day.
We brushed our teeth, I brushed my hair.
Nothing new to say.
The light shaded my home
in the eeriest of yellow,
as if sunset, forced too early,
cried and bellowed.
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It's time to embrace every culture,
One flock, one shepherd, one fold
Whatever our race, hue or faith
We're all made from the same mould.
Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep?
From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep.
They're battling to save hundreds of lives,
Yet see so many dying right before their eyes.
Work hard, my weary body, please.
There's lots that must be done.
These strange old times I've never known
Have only just begun.
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I long for the day to leave my den,
To roam the streets by night and day.
To venture out without a fear,
To embrace the ones that I hold dear.
One day I will be back,
And we'll be smiling face to face.
The worries of the last few weeks
Will be gone and all erased.
Hurt, pain, suffering, people are dying.
What's going on? We're both crying.
Guns, hand grenades, and bombs too,
People running scared; they don't know what to do.
I can see what you write and totally agree with you, I may not be in a war but my family lived in Iraq until my brother got killed there. His family lives now in Netherland but they still...
Protect us, Lord, and send your healing,
Receive our prayers that keep on pouring.
Allow your people to have their second chance.
Yes, Lord, we are begging you hand in hand.
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