When the wind blows
The sounds can be heard
Reflections showing in the windows
Children laughing and playing
Happy in their ignorance
But inside, I'm praying
For a generation
Headed down a dark road
Toward incineration
Hell is coming to earth
No help for them
Condemned since birth
--Brad Stonelle
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