The ethnic cleansing was a beautiful thing

It really was

Those herded into pastures new

Gobbled the green grass gratefully 

Joyous in subservience 

One day, they may be allowed to return 

To play a round of golf

Or sip cocktails on the sands of their forefathers…

In distant lands, a glorious dictator glows

Like the sun

Basking in magnificent megalomania 

Estab...

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I saw 

The flare of the gun

Against the setting sun

My baby's smiling face

I kept within a lonely space

My wife's hand in mine

For one final time 

I saw

The blood from my chest

Sending my body to rest

The future I thought would be

Drift away to a blood red sea

The hands of Time slowly cease

Feeling a weary inner peace

I saw

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