As I drink this wine
tears inside for them
this war
new blinders
newspapers
I find that we
cannot turn away
yet I do
every day I feel
deep cry
All time high
of media lies
such sadness
was known in me
from before
One day we lay
underneath that burning sun
and we became one
with its rays
burnt
Each hour pray
for renewal of strength
not for lack of apathy
but for them too
I am here
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