we threw stones at them

they fired bullets for poems

our truth a sentence

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binding together

despite the chaos we bare

leaves of the same tree

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metal tanks are fertile

with heated rounds of hatred

surrounding our homes

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young men brave their fears

with rocks and staffs dressed in white

robes prepared to stain

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sustain our beliefs

we stood as giants on mountains

in small fragile frames

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our stones were our hearts

their bullets personified

hatred against love