"We could be sitting right here in this room
And in the yard they'd be murdering our kin."
She looked at me and smiled.
"Just like that, you know. We'd sit here
Then one of them would come up,
Kick in the door and take us out..."
No, she wasn't smiling,
It was pain showing its disguise.
She fell silent and I
Saw tears in her eyes,
And in her tears I saw my kin
Being murdered in the yard.
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