The first night of the new year
is here, and like on the last night
of the year that ended, people
that are shivering in tents and ruins
are being killed, their cold shiver
becoming the cold of death,
their flesh torn and the world
torn apart for their soul to depart,
torn apart and never mended,
until the killers are brought
down and the broken bodies
of the innocent dead have
their lasting memorials
in the smiles and laughter
of the children of their nation
living free and unafraid.
01.01.2025
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