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Oct 2014
Come a little closer...


View the news and
gourge on the slide show
Pluck every strand that you
need from the rainbow:
Take away the voyeurs stance
and get up front and personal

In their face and just above
the bleeding cavity..

Now drink in the depravity

Bend down and peer inside
A beating heart did there reside
Collateral damage
She'll never clock eight

Nor any of nine
ten or eleven..

Stare into dilated eyes
to know these
acts of retribution
and feel aoerta showered
flower blossoms

Pool at your feet:

They're not yours to keep but
it won't be long before
you're knee deep in blame and

Reminiscing all the outrage
and the planes
and how those
Towers fell
The tracks of claret
on the Tube
And double deckered
burnt out shells
The back pack carnage
in Madrid
The ******* of
Islamists
Of course
you never
ever thought

Revenge
would only

lead to this..

You just need to
move those toes
and spy how she flows to
the rivers of many
to find out:

You're shrapnel.

A not so ******* smart bomb
who's been looking for a
victim, screaming

Faceless'll do fine...



Well not this time.



Β©HaroldRizla
Harold Rizla
Written by
Harold Rizla
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