The blues that dot the thunder cape
Fell a sky a Sunday to remember
Young kids dismembered
Or generation...a member
On the blues of history
Lies a bitter dark story
And a dire gory
Anaesthetized by bland allegory
Save me a people told the world
And all the works of Andy Wohl
Denied emotions with a brick wall
And watch genocide in a primordial concave world
A land thumped by the marauding aplomb
Flawed a landscape of a civil worm
That cradled our lumps
And made us a people of closed form
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