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Jul 2014
We saw hundreds of human skulls,
bleached,
lined up in in neat tidy rows
amongst the dunes.
Each had in bullet hole
right in the middle of the top of their heads.
We figured each person was lying face down when they got the fatal shot.
Then they were left dead there,
fully clothed,
to rot
in the hot desert sun.
They say,
what you don't know
won't hurt you.
But now that you do know,
do you feel anything?
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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