Scalding water to make tea
Eggs Broken to cook an omelet
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I wonder what I'd do if it were up to me
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Where I'd draw the line in the sand
Casualties
More by a fool with a pen
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Call it Progress
The people built the wall
With their hands in their pockets
Brick by brick
Lifted over heads bowed low
Then they tore it down
Hands bleeding
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Gold in a Famine
Icy feathers
Biting frost
Snow stained red
With years we lost
Freezing blankets of winter snow
Gnawing hunger
Kings brought low
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"History"
Watch the fire through wavy glass
See the shadows
Bury the past
Gaze upon distorted flames
Glowing embers
Burning names
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