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Hell
In Hell, the flames are rising;
Bodies lie, in respectful rows.
The dead are remembered, mourned;
As grieving begins, the missing are missed.
Borders, faith? It all means nothing;
Flags and fat commanders are a joke.
If one could define tragedy,
This is a tragedy.
And yet, what happens, happens.
The usual suspects dish out blame,
But few of us are free from blame...
Thursday 2nd November 2023 7:40 am
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