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Laporkan kesalahan penerjemahan
for ten years awaited
by all whose lives ceased
in planes and towers,
or battlefields, caves or roadways far from home
in these succeeding years:
The dead must have their voice.
So, too, the living,
those whose mourning could not reach full closure
until this news:
Osama, too, is dead.
In these United States some celebrate
a victory long sought,
an objective long elusive:
To find and bring this man to trial,
or to visit on him
what he had visited on far too many
in far too many places
for far too long.
Some also sigh, or sob,
or cry with groans that beg,
"Can this one death atone for all our loss?"
And others start to ask,
"May this one death unleash a thousand more?"
Relief and fear,
wonder and sorrows relived, renewed:
This is where we are.
This news of death as justice
cuts all ways,
leaving us with wounds that heal
and fester,
all at once.
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief ain't 'bout that"
My boy a BD on ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Lamron and them
He, he, they say that ♥♥♥♥♥ don't be putting in no work
Shut the ♥♥♥♥ up, y'all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ain't know ♥♥♥♥
All y'all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the ♥♥♥♥ up, y'all don't live with that ♥♥♥♥♥
Y'all know that ♥♥♥♥♥ got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and ♥♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥ been on probation since ♥♥♥♥♥♥' I don't know when
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, stop ♥♥♥♥♥♥' playin' him like that
Them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ savages out there
If I catch another ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ talking sweet about Chief Keef
I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ beatin' they ass, I'm not ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ playin' no more
Know them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ roll with Lil Reese and them