Putting on this head dress
Brings thoughts flooding in
The feeling of cold death
Deepest pain within
The people I’ve seen scattered
Death their only end
Banished cold and homeless
Strangely welcomed friend
Have you heard a widow’s cries
Or heard the mother’s screams
Husbands infants killed in vain
Nightmare, not a dream
How many innocents must die
Why appetite for death
When will we say enough’s enough
And give this world rest
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