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Sep 2015
The Empire is built on the soil of a million dead soldiers.
Drug of war, crater covered up by miles of dust and distance;
cameras cut to graves of the fallen 'brave'
as if bravery can only exist in death.
Meanwhile, cameras forgot
to catch the fall of the still-living into poverty-
a life of psychological warfare-
how can you fund for a disaster
when you have no proof that it is there?
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Edward Coles
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Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
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