behind the inspiration.
~L.~
WAR
Runs of suicide
Mutilations by genocide
Bombs drop with nowhere to hide
Ashamed, I can't hold my head with pride,
Flee in terror, tears are pushed aside
No help to turn to, the dead, to you can't confide.
20/12/08
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2008-12-21 at 04:22
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