where by anelephantcant
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the children
where are the children
the question once more raised
why are they so hard to find
are they already in their graves
where are the children
we think it’s time to speak
but governments and schools evade
the answers that we seek
where are the children
a question decades old
we suspect the ghastly truth
that makes the blood run cold
where are the children
the flowers of the brave
the petals scatter in the wind
to cover unmarked graves
anelephantcant 