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Nov 25
in a war-torn land called gaza
i hear hungry cries from these 9,331 kilometres
in a land beautiful ravaged by the savages who
hold power and wealth, but not mercy
yet even the riches they hold
cannot veil their tyranny
genocide isn't the pathway to victory or sustainment
genocide is the revealing of inner barbarism
silver light
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   CarolineSD
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