They have no problem with these corpses, with these
mass graves, those who have spent year after year
laying wreaths on memorials as part of their official
duties, shedding crocodile tears and words how these
kind of atrocities will be always remembered and will
never allowed to repeat. They have no problem,
now, with entire families being slaughtered for
two-hundred days, forty-thousand lost or more.
No, they have no problem; but eventually
their successors in office will come with wreaths
and crocodile tears to memorials for this slaughtered
nation, declaring how the atrocity will never be
forgotten and will never be allowed to repeat.
19.04.2024
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