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Guns Against Knives
I’m tired of people getting sick
As soon as they’re born
Of soldiers killing
Innocent kids
And my heart is too torn
I’m tired of marching
In a stupid parade
Begging strangers for sympathy
Expecting a raid
I’m tired of meetings
At which gray heads agree
On Vancouver or France
If the time comes to flee
I’m tired of signing
The fucking petitions
Begging for justice
For relief of conditions
But who are the ones
That spread shit in our lives?
Can they be stopped?
It’s guns against knives.
poem
by
Bob Green
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