A crumpled piece of cloth
Drenched in blood
Is all that remains today
Besides the memory of her smile
A thousand names on a list
A thousand silent voices
A thousand hopes that live no more
A thousand empty spaces
They found the hands that made the bomb
They talked of guilt, trials and hangings
They wrote, they argued and in the end
They ask if we should set him free
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no battles lost till we give up
no darkness ever stays
justice for atrocities done
is late but not in vain
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