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Tendril line

How many more times Will the body count rise. How many more times While truth is denied. How many more times Will the rocket bombs fly In the dark of night To rain death from the sky. And how many more times Must little children die. As their families ask why With tears of despair filled eyes. How many more times On a fine tendril line. How many more times Can human kind survive.

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Date: 2/7/2024 4:41:00 PM
"The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer keeps blowing in the wind..." Sad poem RJ but truthful
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R J. Elless
Date: 2/8/2024 4:52:00 AM
Retorical question. It cannot be answered. Tom, Thank you for your comment. Stay creative.

Book: Shattered Sighs