How many of us have to die
Before we rise up and say “No more”
Every hour somebody is dying
Shot dead
before we have a chance to live
And I was only nine
Take 100 of us
And we could have figured out
how to cure cancer
but those possibilities
are being extinguished
because someone didn’t learn
how to multiply











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