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Dec 2015
blood
on the hands
of men

they **** children
and laugh about it

don't pretend to care
about white kids
when you bomb their brothers

murderer
you dropped bombs on babies

did you think we'd forget
there's blood on your hands
don't make it ours

it'll be your blood next
Sophie Elizabeth Bishop
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Sophie Elizabeth Bishop  London
(London)   
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