THESE KILLING FIELDS
As I look across
These killing fields
Everywhere I see a gap
An empty space
A hole in the earth
Where a person might be
Had he been given
A chance at
Life.
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You ask:
What means it all
To me?
Neither a father
Nor a mother
Be.
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Everywhere I look
In these killing fields
I see . .
a friend
a teacher
an inventor
an athlete
a star
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Who is just not there
His life taken
Before he took a
Breath.
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