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The last of the living

As the last of the living die Important now, than ever, to remember their story To head their warning. When tomorrow veers its head And we mistake a put down To a popularised form of politic Let’s not forget their warning. Let’s not forget mankind’s ability To watch idly by - even contribute - To what the victors later call atrocities Only when they see victory So let’s not let victory be the hand That shows today’s atrocities. Don’t be idle. See, speak, hear - let evil wash over you So that you see it for what it’s worth. Head the warnings of the last of the living Before they die.
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ciankennedy
27 / M / London
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Written by
ciankennedy
27 / M / London
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Jun 18, 2019
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