12th of November
But is it really just okay?
For us to live this way?
To ignore and hide and pretend?
To accept there is no end?
To deny and act,
Like it's just all okay?
To just hold it all inside?
And go about my day?
No, there isn't a drop of bad blood.
Just the blood of innocents on the ground.
No, there isn't screams.
Because they've been shunned from tv.
No, there isn't any true right to the land.
Just humans losing lives over it.
I don't care who you are,
PEOPLE are dying.
PEOPLE.
Thousands of them.
More.
More than that.
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