Tell me it's propaganda, lies,
that a dog was set on a young disabled man
whose only sin was to have been born
on a strip made hell on earth
and while his family was forced outside
he was left to die, with no one by his side;
I saw his beautiful face of Down's innocence
and wished I could have cried:
tell me it was lies!
Or tell me at least, that to call out a wrong
you don't have to pick sides,
that the good of the world --
or those who wish they were --
can unite and say, no more!
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