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Monday, 12 April 2010


The wasteland knave's Sirocco wind brings finely ochred sands
A great corroding breath exhaled from cruel and heartless lands
This mighty flying desert's bitter tears compound our shame
And now as kites of glass we no longer feel the blame
A silence falls before the roar of childrens' tears in flood
Sweeps us and our steel palaces away in ochred mud
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