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Mum taught me not to talk about politics
Never get involved in religion or war
Turn around when you see a mob with sticks
Look the other way when they discuss the Army Corps
But what do you do when that's all you see?
Millions and millions, dying to flee
When anarchy and dread grips towns, when explosions echo for miles
Children and women and men alike, countless bodies lost in piles
I sip on my tea, I write a new piece
My new dress hangs there with nary a crease
My world changes in the morning, back to my routine
They live the same hell over, nobody wipes their slate clean
Mum taught me not to talk about politics
Never get involved in religion or war
But how do I sleep at night, how do I live in the light
Knowing tomorrow they will not wake up, or worse still, they might?