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A hungry and undefended folk with a no listenable voice
Life slowly turns them the back, leaving death and misery
Desperate mothers don't know what to do
Where is the milk of their breasts, where is the blood?
Which should run in their sons veins?
This damned system is killing innocents, thinking it's normal
Mister, should all those people accept this as a fatality?
