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No One's Fault
This used to be my street,
This used to be my home,
This used to be my land.
I do not understand
And cannot fathom why
Things got so out of hand,
So much has been destroyed,
So many had to die.
These simple-minded times
Have carved the perfect tool
To camouflage the truth
And take us for a fool.
It turns out that this war
Is no one’s fault at all.
Tuesday 10th December 2024 8:47 am
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