I was only three
When they came for me.
They promised my dad that i would finally be free
Then they shot lead
Through his head,
Stood for a second,then he droppped dead.
They took me to a place
With others like me.
I cried , till my tears made creases on my face.
Well ,what could i do anyway.
I was only three,
When they came for me.
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