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I seek a sweet space
for children of every race
I'll hunt for an abundant grace
That I'll last beyond days
We cannot wait on tomorrow
to heal their several sorrows
A way out, I beg to know
before the birth of another cock crow
I will ferociously fight
to protect their fundamental rights
The persistence of pathetic plight
life is like a moonless light
They're victims of more than a vice
They get played like a pair of dice
Our laws have never sufficed
Government have ceased to be wise
Children strive through spells
the body temperature of hell
They need a better place to dwell
The world seems like a stinking cell
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