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Nov 2012
Enter the eyes of majority;

Rigid words sunk into his soft-spoken skin;
Pale faces like dominoes, fresh and ready to drop.
Mother Nature's clothing hung from identical bait.
Peace-keepers and their machinery, step, step, hop.
Honor gained at morality's cost;
Foreign lands to the eyes of a hawk leaves no pause
Their claws evacuate a population of concrete heart.
No mercy or plea can stop them from fighting for their cause.
Blind bangs targeted at their prayers and hopes
Bouncing, or breaking through a bull's eyed wall.
Pupils diluted as a distant, scorching Sun
Returning depression; pictures flung on a golden painted hall.

Exit the eyes of majority, enter the tongue of grievance
Sean Dimech
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Sean Dimech
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   --- and Sara Macey
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