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| there she was at my feet |
| why? |
| i had had no reason to shoot her |
| only |
| that she was from the other side |
| and this was war |
| the child |
| still a baby |
| kept crying by her side |
| as we both had no escape |
| in |
| THIS CYCLE OF VIOLENCE |
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| "did you take her |
| before she got it?" |
| a fellow soldier came by and asked |
| the thought |
| had never entered my mind |
| even now |
| she didn`t look like |
| anything |
| i wanted |
| the child kept crying |
| and i wished |
| somehow |
| that this had never begun |
| but now |
| i was caught |
| in |
| THIS CYCLE OF VIOLENCE |
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| "shoot the baby |
| it shouldn`t survive." |
| another fellow soldier said |
| but somehow |
| i couldn`t get |
| my hands out of my pockets |
| though it made sense |
| to kill the baby |
| it would grow up with every reason |
| to hate me |
| or my children |
| in |
| THIS CYCLE OF VIOLENCE |
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| 'i should kill the baby' |
| i thought |
| so he would never know |
| what i know |
| never feel |
| what i felt |
| and i felt like |
| i was that baby |
| only |
| it kept crying |
| while |
| i |
| kept silent |
| though |
| i felt as helpless |
| as that baby |
| in |
| THIS CYCLE OF VIOLENCE |
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| "i`ll never shoot another mother" |
| i said to myself |
| "i`ll shoot the babies" |
| unless |
| someone |
| takes this gun |
| out of my hands |
| and breaks |
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| THIS CYCLE OF VIOLENCE |
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