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Mar 2014
The walls lie broken on the ground;
concrete,mortar,dreams, lie strewn around.
Bricks once laid with humble hands,
return to dust
in the promised land.
Amongst the rubble children play,
drones up high, pass and survey.
I wonder if they see those dreams.
Lost a midst the view they see.
Lost a midst the view they see.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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