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His Majesty's Crime Minister
Auschwitz is mocked; His silence condemns all
who wallow in innocent blood before a World
that cries out Shame!...He’s none...that’s wasted breath.
His quietus murders Babes with help from Hell:
whilst Heaven howls out vengeance for their deaths,
that Coward’s silence speaks with eloquence.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 3rd June 2025
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 9:07 am
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