| It’s still tonight under the stars,
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| The wind is calm, no windows barred.
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| All birds sleep sound, back from afar,
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| And all the land is at peace.
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| The morning rose upon that day,
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| Our son from us was taken away.
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| And all the children that died that day,
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| For that, there is no cause.
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| You plan and execute with speed,
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| Your moral code is all you heed,
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| It’s agony to lose loved ones, I know,
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| But an eye for an eye makes everyone blind,
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| And we will not be forgotten in time.
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| No one will hear our voice it seems,
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| Afraid of reprisals or impeding peace.
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| No one’s been convicted of these deeds,
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| A miscarriage of government and police.
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| They’ve governed and they have swept it away,
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| They’ve executed and gone to the pub all day.
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| Have you acted in your virtuous way?
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| For peace we all have to wait till it’s gotten,
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| Had the peace talks, had they all gone rotten. |
| No!
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| And haven’t enough people died?
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| And no! |
| the victims will not be forgotten in time. |