Innocence:A Poem by carla thought on current affairs in the Near EastClose to running on nothing with expected failing near- retribution near complete approaching a mindless fear. The streets are soaked in sorrow valid exits all now blocked- no hope for merciful hand to stop the expiring clock. Spoils are paid to the victor the looser must foot the bill- innocence the currency now broken and lying still. © 2024 carlReviews
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