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"Cries Of Anguish"
Behind the door
I thought I heard a child sobbing alone in the
night
But it wasn’t my door and I walked on by
Across the seas
I read that people were dying
But they weren’t my
people and I put the paper away
Cries of anguish rise up in the night
From the blackness of despair, death
and destruction
A mother holds a dying child
Torn apart by the weapons of war
Slain by
a world who never even saw her face