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Blowing in the breeze.
These days we watch it on TV
as lives of people crumble.
Drones and bombs and men of war
turn hopes and dreams to rubble.
A poet once cried,
how many more must die,
until too many people have died?
And after all these years we see
the answer’s still blowing in the breeze.
These days we watch it on TV
as lives of people crumble.
Drones and bombs and men of war
turn hopes and dreams to rubble.
A poet once cried,
how many more must die,
until too many people have died?
And after all these years we see
the answer’s still blowing in the breeze.