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Four hundred tightly packed bodies
Some dead, some half-dead
Malnourished, cracked skin, dry lips
And from conflict they have fled
War is merciless, in its disturbance
Forced to take refuge on raging seas
Over treacherous lands. You
Hear the cries from friends and enemies
Screaming in anguish
Under my pale, half-dead visage
Staring vacantly upon a blank canvas
Where the ocean lies
War is merciless, in its disturbance
Forced to take refuge upon raging seas
Over treacherous lands. You
Hear the cries from friends and enemies
I watch my city burn - destroyed by civil war
And through the thick smoke, a silhouette
Trudging upon death ridden lands and then the shot
You're down dead
WRITERS
Finlay Hatton
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