And once again the blood runs deep and wide
As babies lay, strewn, ‘cross a cold, hard day
As evil once more wins. The nation cried
Buckets again, while leaders turned away,

Their words pretending empathy. The rage
Of a nation falls short on ears of stone
While mothers weep. Again. Theirs is a wage
Of ill-got treasure. How could we have known

That lies they tell themselves would become truth
To true believers seeking something real,
When real has disappeared. They offer proof
That only a fool will believe. They deal

In emotional blackmail. They just lie,
As grieving mothers watch their children die.

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