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So many do die this horrid day
In the fields and plains where I use to play

So many claimed by this raging fray
The murderers, the killers so many they slay

The priests – and sinners, they do they pray
A gunshot, a body, and the peace it pays

The death bringers march extending their stay
Nothing, not death, will keep them at bay

A cry, a shout, and a world turns gray
The death of a child, what more can I say

A land lost to murder, living life cast astray
So this place lay in shambles cast aside to decay

Remembrance not justified, a dismissed act in a play
A lie brought to life leaving mourners to pay

Remembrance all but forgotten putting a fallacy on display
This debt on no ones shoulders, ought never to repay

Look back now to the haunting days made eve of May
Think now what message do history relay

Influencing our minds like master molding clay
You alone and by yourself know exactly where the bodies lay

Forget not the chiding songs of the jay
Nor the brave men dying for us that day

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I realize I used play and day twice... I just couldn't of other lines that wouldn't sound forced.. and it has come to my attention that my message is obscure... there really isn't any one message, just people die in the name if freedom... maybe... a poem really is whatever you interpret it as.

As always,

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Kasai

The rhyming effect was executed wonderfully.

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