(an elegy for humanity's
pale
railed
fall)
- found in a scattered trail of dust...
*
and meanwhile,
there in freedom's overlooked
hooked profit margins
trashed by the hell bent COLLECTIVE West,
(where hopes dashed
as
former neighbours
inconceivably
irretrievably
were slashed and burned
and
mashed)...
*
left bereft
in
bleak midwinter's keeping,
the babies in Gaza are freezing.
*
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