Know that I will let you perish. You know we delight in the weapons
Know that I will not stay your starvation. That we wield. Im not saying
If scheduled for execution, do not There is never mercy or the occasional
Expect me to run down the hall Kindness between bouts of horror.
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Never Again
Know that I will let you perish. You know we delight in the weapons
Know that I will not stay your starvation. That we wield. Im not saying
If scheduled for execution, do not There is never mercy or the occasional
Expect me to run down the hall Kindness between bouts of horror.
With the letter from the governor. But I recall the old story of four people
There will be no letter. Outside the Gates of Eden- the one
When the horsemen thunder across In which one son kills the other to
The tundra, when you see The horror of the flawed, old parents.
Foreign tents camped below Our odds are not good, for goodness.
Your city walls, know that They showed us who we are.
You are on your own. We need to believe them.
When tanks move into the plaza Never again? That simply means we
of my village, dont think for a minute Need to give up hope that someone
That you will take my call. Is on the way to save us. Never again
When the men in the light blue berets Do we want to believe that.
Exit the country, we can expect
The massacre to begin. We know it.
We know how you plan to destroy
The women in your path, and
What you will do to their children.