BY THERE LIVES...
One was killing to gain there post,
Where one; was crying to saw dead son on his toes.
One was trying to stand tall as trees,
Where one; was fighting to not let anyone, go down to his knees.
One was happy to see all money and cash,
Where one's hope and souls are flying like ash.
One was gloomed to saw beauty of this place,
Where someone can't find a star in space.
The view was scary but glory,
Everything we heard from this repeated story.
We were all aware of there might,
A kid can't fly a kite in free sky .
We learn bout there crises,
But we'll never know what they do by there lives.
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