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Rushed

Who is allowed the time
And who is giving?
Why does one death seem rushed
And others reliving?
Doesn't everyone deserve respect?
Isnt every life precious?
I can't begin to understand why
One means more and one less
All hearts beat the same
All lungs take in air
Two eyes, two ears
all the same
When stripped bare
But a change in ones pigment
And that determines if we care?

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