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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
DESTITUTE( For soldier-boys of D.R.Congo and Sierra Leone)
Destitute
Product of human
Vengeance
Young tender finger
Firmly on the trigger
Desperate
Unmothered, untethered
Soldier-boy
Dogmatized
Dramatizing real
Slaughter
Rocket grenade
On the shoulder
Drugged disorder
Destitute
Massacre tailored
Murder oriented
From peace alienated
Destitute
Destined to servanthood
Hooded in inhumanity.
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