The words still echo in my ear.
The cries do not die down or stop.
Do we even realize the injustice repeated?
Through time the voices rise.
Saying not again, not in this time.
Yet it is lost on wind and rain of tears.
Listen, listen closely and hear.
Hear the peoples cry, injustice repeated.
Don't keep handing it down as a legacy.
Please, be a repairers of the breach.
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