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The building they lived in, called home, became their tomb, became the weapon that broke their bone, took their lives. But their stories have to survive, This City won't let you forget about those you were meant to protect. I was actually looking for a room but found myself on the fiery streets CRS batting the flames as politicians took their seats, business as usual but the people stood in refusal Feminists Familes and BlackBlok Yellow Jackets Housing Groups round the clock only the holiday period could douse the fires and I went back to mother the pressure smothered How long is your attention? Remember: this is a poem for the dead For those who were crushed as they slept in their bed Merry ******* Christmas instead.
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Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
Responsibility Poem #1
The building they lived in, called home, became their tomb, became the weapon that broke their bone, took their lives. But their stories have to survive, This City won't let you forget about those you were meant to protect. I was actually looking for a room but found myself on the fiery streets CRS batting the flames as politicians took their seats, business as usual but the people stood in refusal Feminists Familes and BlackBlok Yellow Jackets Housing Groups round the clock only the holiday period could douse the fires and I went back to mother the pressure smothered How long is your attention? Remember: this is a poem for the dead For those who were crushed as they slept in their bed Merry ******* Christmas instead.
About 6 people who lost their lives in Marseille last November, 2018. Shoddy building inspection, owners and regulation. No one has taken responsibly. Rest in Rage
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29/Genderqueer/Poland/UK
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
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