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We have learned to be good --------------------------- ---------------------- ----------------- babies in thousands march to the graves we've learned to be good we've learned to be slaves wound in the soul and wound in the mind no roads to build and no way to find we move to the north and move to the west with shivering in spines and snow-struck nests the sun forgets us and the moon forgets us in pitch-dark nights and days nebulous we love coca cola and the blair and the bush let falluja bleed nest to hindukush babies in thousands march to the graves we've learned to be good we've learned to be slaves that we don't want to know that we are slaves assures the blair-bush plate full of grapes _______________________________________________ Please read this piece and oblige.