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Click hereNew York, Madrid, Beslan,
smote, by the hand of hate.
Gather now these stolen souls
to wait, at Heaven’s gate.
I grieve for Mother Russia,
do weep, with Uncle Sam,
saw Don Quixote’s windmill
succumb to breaching dam
Seek my mind to justify,
through tears of blooded pale.
As watch the child of mercy
beneath the leaden hail
Insanity now rule my world,
lost hearts do fill my sky,
to shout as one, in unison
"Will someone, tell us why?"