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“Mummy The Sky Is Falling” ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I am not a Jew, Are you? And I think the strong Owe it to the weak To seek A solution. I do not worship Allah. I am just A mother. And I think the life Of any child Is too high A price I am not a painter. But when I see The colour red Flowing from the head Of a pregnant woman I want to dip my brush in And paint it on the face Of the hideous disgrace We call the human race. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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