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Ethnic Cleansing You Blinked in the sun The laughter ended Young children lay Seemingly bathing As blood ran From their wounds Seeping into The bright green grass Turning it black like your soul You Gun in hand Dry eyed Wept imaginary tears Imagined fears Fulfilled Children’s lives stilled
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Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
Ethnic Cleansing
Ethnic Cleansing You Blinked in the sun The laughter ended Young children lay Seemingly bathing As blood ran From their wounds Seeping into The bright green grass Turning it black like your soul You Gun in hand Dry eyed Wept imaginary tears Imagined fears Fulfilled Children’s lives stilled
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Oct 28, 2011
Oct 28, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
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