The students blew horns and beat on drums.
The were hunting truth and reconciliation.
Future leaders of some great nation.
Where no one listened to no truth but theirs.
Where you can speak your mind cause no one cares.
And even if armed, none shall dare
To ever stand up for freedom.
No more convoys.
No more good boys.
All are meat toys.
And everyone’s life is taken.
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