Sick



I am here, you are there, the same moon appears
Every night from new, to full, waning down blue
I think I think, I think and sit, I feel sick
You see there are things in my head, its death
Every thought I have is sad and it makes me mad
To see another child die, fathers, mothers, cry
Enough, enough, when will it be enough?

Ax

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