We shall overcome -
Someone on the street cries
Do you know where she's from?
Flowers of the hunger
Blossoms from the light
Children of world's monger
Their bodies at gravesite
What about love
That’s before any dreams
Passions and much affections of
That nowhere now seems
Only echoes from the bomber
That started the crying game
Fire and ashes embalmer
War monster without a name
Do you know where a boy’s from?
That died much too young
His body now in earth’s bosom
With a heart that stopped to long
‘For-Get-Me-Not – my leaves
These open wounds of sorrow
With old days full of grieves
And no footsteps for tomorrow’
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