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aftermath
Contributed by
me
on
Saturday, 3rd January 2004 @ 12:40:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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the smell is repulsive death has been here empty bodies cold hands and eyes betrayed tears and soil and bloody mud a mess of destroyed lives what justice can I claim here? boulders where lives used to stand the windows have no walls to validate them the outside came in and confused the doors everything is one now or everything is nothing there is no use for these broken chairs no one to eat the rotting food set on the table let the scavengers have their feast the smell is repulsive the sight of right gone wrong, overwhelming a mother sits on the floor of her kitchen with clouds for ceiling, wind for walls holding remnants of a babys blanket in her bloody hands her face marked with salt and mud her eyes are blank, no tears this isnt real... from where she sits alone she cant be sure its not a nightmare
Nov. 03
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2004-01-03 00:40:59] (Date/Time posted on
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