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Words instead of Bombs
Blow me up
Blast me against the wall
Burst me with bombs and guns into a thousand pieces
Shoot me down dead
With bullets to the head
And while my blood runs into the sand
Just think for a moment
That you could have shook my hand
Said hello
Fired words at me
Instead of bombs.
You could have screamed at me if you wanted,
Shouted, screeched and yelled.
You could...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 12:29 pm
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