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The old man sings
In the face of fear
The circular mantra
Why are we here
The audience is blind
To what takes place
In the pillory
Life is a stage
The vertical lights of death
In codes of red and blue
Birds in black and white
And the drums of wwii
Tattooed in numbers
Genocide is suicide
We are our own enemy
And the last judgement
Our children are hurting
In the final performance
The newborn is still
The rest is silence
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