Take upon its temper
And show the way
The only way to ease the pain
Marked to suffer in this world
When never getting a chance to grow
The pain written in stone
Was an act of randomness
Though that's true people got hurt
Even now they say for a better cause
Yet, how can that be so when they were poor innocent souls?
A history of violence that only leaves turmoil
The only thing to do is bury it in the soil
But if that is done then more is gone than gained
Who remembers that being the American Dream?
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