Swept under the cloak of
fine linen
Nations
powerful from the sidelines, watching send
hypnotised slaves propagating bloody malevolence. Epidemics
of mindlessness spreads, spreads contagious in everything raping the essence of youthful nations, vaccines
cannot protect. Weakened,
under the
weight of corruption and greed they
topple and fall.
International laws provide no justice, atrocities swept under carpets of linen. Mothers,
fathers, brothers, sisters, cousins, husbands, wives, sons and daughters takers,
blinded by greed only numbers, to them are seen... "statistics of propaganda..."
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