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Jun 2011
Sadness and sorrow
is thick
(in what is left)
on the breathes
of our noble men
S
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        a
               t
      t
e
red bodies
crowdedcompactedandcompressed--
thieved of our glory
and stripped of our pride
forced to survive beneath
the feet of wandering eyes
sleeping among a silence that seems too violent
to compromise
                               from sunset to sunr    
                                                              i        e
                                                                  s  
harro-
wing whispers and
tender cries
JL Deyarmond
Written by
JL Deyarmond
545
   Keith Anderson
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