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Nov 2011
Victims fall,
              They scream.
Innocent.
          Bodies burn,
            Homes are destroyed.
Innocent.
           Mothers hide their babies,
             children run for cover.
Innocent.
           But where was I?
             I wasn't there.
Guilty?
           I didn't cry for them,
             I wasn't able to.
Guilty?
Monica Belle Brand
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