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i wrote this when i seen a commerical
My mother
I watched get
Shot down
The other night

I watched with my sad eyes
As my father got his arm chopped off
Then shot to death

I seen this all
With my eyes

My child eyes young and uncensored
Are no longer
Young.

These two eyes of mine
Have seen to much
These two eyes of mine
I keep them shut, like curtains drawn
And only open them
Eventually

To know that I'm
Still here
And the ones I
Love are
Not.

I'm here and they are not
But, I am not alive anymore