They’ve been
Speared, Hacked
Hung, Shot
Bombed, Gassed
Sunk…’Tis Blot
Smeared, Distorted, Condemnation
Before there were borders
Or what we call nations
Grown on their own
Nurtured in the mind
Oft’ times been wicked
We thrive on the kind
Fact of the matter
‘Tis no certain panacea
Blood often fails
To drown an…Idea
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