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Black flags hoisted high in some wild parade Occupied residences, the terrified children cry Under militant control now, Fallujah mourns There's no time for petty metaphorical advance Sludge tracks are worn, boots muddied, bloodied It's a strange agreement to use their houses for this, the extroverted violence of a dark regime The Sunnis' purge, spurned; new conflict arises In Ramadi they cry too, it's cyclical, this eternal war When will Iraq see absolution and it's people get to sleep at night?
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
ISIS Came In The Night to Use Your Living Room as a Rebel Base
Black flags hoisted high in some wild parade Occupied residences, the terrified children cry Under militant control now, Fallujah mourns There's no time for petty metaphorical advance Sludge tracks are worn, boots muddied, bloodied It's a strange agreement to use their houses for this, the extroverted violence of a dark regime The Sunnis' purge, spurned; new conflict arises In Ramadi they cry too, it's cyclical, this eternal war When will Iraq see absolution and it's people get to sleep at night?
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
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