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Snow in Syria



Just a thought on what is happening as the snow falls on Syria…

Syria


Syrian suffering televised
Televised
Into western residential luxury
Syrian children sobbing, sobbing
Hungrily

Pathetic
Pathetic plastic tenting
All piped peak time into a cosy
Cosy
Suburban banality

Tiny
Tiny children dying, dying
Pathetically
All for the denial of
Occidental charity

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