Years of work,years of
Years of work,
years of tears,
hundreds if not thousands of lives lost,
for what, I ask?
for what?
Our children still fight as if the past does not matter.
Namecalling,
abusing,
fighting. . .
Does the work of our grandparents and great grandparents not matter?
We are the new generation,
rise above the wrongs in the past,
for if we do not, all the work of the past will be for nothing
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