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mud Tears tears from my land
children who see the smoke dawn
car children with callous hands and refuse collection

scrap every little step of losing a bit of life
no hope, no future for soot


tears Tears of men,
tired, empty the bowels
broken
pain with a cloud over his temples
the eternal struggle of they know they have nothing

nothing to gain nothing to lose

dreaming a better place in which to cradle their children die in peace
where


Tears do not stop carbon black tears

deaf husky voices no one heard
voice no one meets your prayers
fight for a piece of bread
by the warmth of an embrace
by the laughter of children
a bluer sky ...