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Turning my back
oh ye men of so much faith
scattering your deadly wares
like confetti at a wedding
without an ounce of thought
for the innocents on the ground
where moments before was fun and laughter
is now become blood and slaughter
how do you sleep in your beds?
have your dreams turned to nightmares
and your hearts to stone?
Monday 9th September 2019 6:52 am
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