Now the wounded are coming home.

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They

are missing legs,
pieces of hands,

someone’s face is
badly burned.

Our cameras capture them
while their souls
are still alive.

Guitars
that
will
never
be
played.

and I think
one should
express it
.
For there are those
who say freedom
will not ring.

I know my neighbors to
be good people.
I know you to be my
brother and sister.

Unity

Let freedom ring.