Who will survive in this hell of our own design?

Unshaken, unscathed

In a forefather’s dream

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The curses walled within us rise

Into a scalding war cry

As sirens scream and harmonize

Through the streets’ empty sighs

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A nation bleeds away

Blotting out the white stars

Burying the way home

From this wilderness of loss

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In the hardened hearts of mothers

Their young light is still ablaze

In the frayed hearts of fathers

Their young light leads the way