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Blood on
the windows,
And blood on the chairs,
And blood on the carpet,
Does anyone care?
That
everyday families,
Who live in our towns,
Are subjected to violence,
That goes 'round and 'round?
When
fathers beat children,
And children lash out,
With street gangs and killings,
What’s that all about?
And yet
we do nothing,
“There’s nothing to do”,
And though we know better,
We act like the fool,
Saying
“God bless our nation”,
A song we all sing,
But when children are crying,
We don’t do a thing.
I know I
am ranting,
But feel so forlorn,
For our nation’s been troubled,
Since the day it was born.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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