Tag: killing
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The Angel in the Flak Jacket
The Angel stood tall, the flak jacket contrasting carefully his glowing, golden skin. A man caressed his clattering, carnage making machine gun, ——– a tear crept from the corner of his eye and slowly slid down his cheek. While the soldier considered the hungry endangered crowds for another kill. —– The child lay at the…
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The Murder of the Innocents.
The child’s eyes are closed and her heart stops beating. War showing again its yellowed face of cowardice and words
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The Tithes of Prejudice
They tenderly picked up her body, wonderfully made, brutally murdered, Her intelligence snuffed out, her wisdom lost, her mothering care gone. Society wept, crying against the constant bombardment of hate, hate, hate, spoken through the media social, the radio, the speeches and the street, as it wielded a gun, killed her, willed her death, for…
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