Now we have to run; we have to hide;
we have to jump over barbwires.
I feel the death scenting my trail
under the shroud of a freezing night.
Now we have to fear; we run to retreat;
we have to dig up old trenches.
All the alarms are screaming my name,
but all I can hear is my runaway breath.
Wild eyes are chasing me.
Animals hungry for freedom.
How to know we're going to forget
so soon to repeat the same mistakes.
The signs were clear, but we averted our eyes
and now they bring dogs from the past.
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