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Unto the gulf of vengeance, my city bled its tale
A misbegotten legacy of how ruthlessness prevailed
April 22nd, Nineteen seventy-nine.
A brackish devil's servant came out of the brine

Thus, I was raised with the fear
Of never coming near
To witness what lies in store
Upon the screaming shore

I gazed upon the cinderblocks, like the artefacts of old
The barricades that set apart the vast and empty cold
While all of you embraced the sea, naked and naïve
I felt its tendrils creep to me, like waves crushing the reef

Thus, I was raised with the fear
Of never coming near
To witness what lies in store
Upon the screaming shore

A family, then city, country, broken beyond repair
The tidal wave of wrath followed by ripples of despair
800 feet across the street, this routine I abhor
As you slough another war
Set another score
All perils are ignored
Upon the screaming shore

Those trenches beckoning, they belie all tragedies
Dakar sinking beneath the waves, Jonah lost at sea
Raful - taken by the tide - like a thousands more
Their presence everlasting, as they are reaching the shore

The Screaming shore!

This vortex of answers spewing nothing but one
We are allured to stare to the barrels of guns
The song of the siren, calling all to be brave
Just beneath the horizon in a watery grave

Thus, I was raised with the fear
Of never coming near
To witness what lies in store
Upon the screaming shore

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