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They Will Not See
There’ll come a time in days ahead
we must anticipate with dread
for all the tears that will be shed
so bitterly.
When wars at last are so widespread
that no one’s free.
Behold the future bathed in red,
with millions maimed and countless dead,
while you lie safely in your bed
and will not see;
the dreams for which our forbears bled
will never be.
Monday 21st April 2025 11:38 pm
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