| High above the sleeping city streets where we’ve all grown,
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| A silent evil slithers through the dawn.
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| Bilssful in our ignorance — God how could we have known,
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| Today would be the day we learn to mourn?
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| The shades of old dictators rise,
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| Impassive eyes — cold hearted,
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| Watch their 'wunderkinder'try to finish what they started.
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| The morning sky had barely yielded to the suns’s caress,
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| When from the hilss came 'Yellow Wasps’in swarm.
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| Zvornik wakes — discovers what a devil of a mess,
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| A fragile peace can look when it’s been torn.
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| Now we stand like broken statues 'midst the wreckage of our homes,
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| Try to recognize our children by the rags upon their bones.
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| Out of the 'Cold War'- into the ceasefire flame!
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| Opened wounds — unsettled scores,
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| An ancient hate — new icons.
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| The front line starts at our back doors
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| 'Cause bygones won’t be bygones.
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| Cleanse the bloodline — start the cull,
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| Nazi roulette — six chambers full
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| Fail to read the warning signs,
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| Find yourself in troublesometimes.
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| While common sense hat turned it’s back
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| a shadow crossed our nation.
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| Can mourning mothers veiled in black sing songs of liberation?
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| Out of the 'Cold War'- into the ceasefire flame!
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| Opened wounds — unsettled scores,
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| An ancient hate — new icons.
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| The front line starts at our back doors
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| 'Cause bygones won’t be bygones.
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| Through a mask of tears and cinder —
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| watch your cornfields burn like tinder.
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| Fail to read the warning signs,
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| Find yourself in troublesometimes. |