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No puedo dormir (poem)

The little children on the train
are praying for the winds of change
till it blows them off and takes away
the very lives they hoped to gain


The little children on the train
are staring at the passing planes
They're wishing they could fly away
till the train brakes hard and ends their day


The little children on the train
our singing our their loved ones names
till the men get mad and end the game
by taking all their smiles away


Dear little children on the train
just scream until we hear your names
and cry until you flood our plains
but please get off that fucking train
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