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torstai 10. syyskuuta 2015

News


  This story I write with my blood, heart,
it may your light ahead
nation to another, the impressive size
host, and the underground.
I can hear how mother earth weeping for her children,
how a large number of barbed wire
truest past the borders are closed.
Refugees power it sucks
doorstep, news anchor ever yet
smiles, and tricks refugee robe
hidden under lurking.
News photos, debris landscapes,
lemming herd of that what remains after the horde.
What Quantityin, pain, anger, shame
to levy this womb of Mother Earth.
A large number of people looking for their future.
I was awake because of the news,
I woke up and sign up before six o'clock.

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