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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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Published: Oct 28, 2011
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