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Sep 2013
On the eleventh day of the eleventh month at the eleventh hour.
They shall be remembered.
Poor souls lost in dark days past.
War is not over.
Continuum of tragic loss where megalomania rules.
With iron rod.
Dignitaries undignified.
Locked safe in their protective realms.

Their dens are dark.
Their minds are dank.
Images of tragic loss.
Broadcast daily.
From wars past.
Not only one and two.
Wars lost.
Lives lost.
Vietnam America's loss.
Too may brave souls.
Crucified for useless cause.

Trodden underfoot by powers that be.
Whose actions affect nations.
Not just you and me.
Ramifications.
Unjustified terrorist attacks.
Many die.
From Nine Eleven to Kenya.
Too many lives lost.
Innocent children.
As spent matches snuffed before they flourish.
What in the world is going on!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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