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Posters,
Supposedly posted by foot-soldiers,
Tea drinking thugs,
Sipping on entrails in free mugs.
The log slowly burns in the wind,
Leaving behind lives reduced to ash,
Lips,
Singed by hunger pangs,
Tongues,
Haunted by foul tasting ash,
Ears deaf drunk,
On empty promises
Riddled with senseless propaganda.
Two years
Pass by in tears,
Grief stricken years,
Two more to come,
At the edge of our seats
We sit in fear,
Trying times,
Difficult years,
Clock ticks and chimes,
Years in tears,
Cold and unforgiving years,
How does one find good in bleeding years?
How do you stay alive bleeding for four long years?
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