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Seized Incognito
Inked Confession
Innocence stolen
Defending my elders extremism
Fields of olives, roots never sowed by me
Dagger dripping red
Inch by inch the watermelons are mine
Dancing in glee, I bury tiny white robes and red stains
Forever blind to, denying all crimes
Faded Morality
New flowers will bloom on top of Ghazi
We thieves soon to face our just reward
Their children lie buried in the ashes of sorrow, in silent grief
Insanity, Oppression, Fabricate
Insidious allusions of grandeur
offerings of the human flesh
forever, crimes inked in history
Iniquity, Oppression, Forlorn upon a childs bones
Copyright ©
Arthur Vaso
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