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Jul 2014
The concrete is cracked,
the bodies are burning,
and the skies are screaming with rocket fire,
our bullets.

It might be I don't understand the politics or the religion,
but these are the things we use to aim with precision.

Humanity is a fragile thing,
our world is bleeding,
and if this bloodshed is to globalise,
then we all need to mobilise.
i've been listening to way too much politically charged music this week.... and the news these past couple of months has been fairly devoid of good.
George Cheese
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George Cheese  M/Australia
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