At last

At last

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My heart cried after mass collided with mass.. The blast deafening.. What’s left is flesh turned to ash.. Our own reckoning.. When can we scream at last at last! But the wars never cease to be ending.. In streets and blocks.. In countries in locks.. In mass and mosques.. In masks.. beneath the cloth.. For causes forgotten long before we ever remembered if we ever had cause.. So this is a cry to the forgotten and lost.. For the ones rotten and gone.. buried beneath stone and rubble.. Where gun powder meets metal.. Where the power of the sun is

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