This used to be my street,

This used to be my home,

This used to be my land.

I do not understand

And cannot fathom why

Things got so out of hand,

So much has been destroyed,

So many had to die.

These simple-minded times

Have carved the perfect tool

To camouflage the truth

And take us for a fool.

It turns out that this war

Is no one’s fault at all.

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