Observers feel
For one victim
From two parties guilty
With cold repose
With inward hate
Some defend both
Some abstain
Try to pretend
The monster's intent
To silence with violence
And retch not from scent
Genuine glee
Thrill of teenage mischief
Grown men swarm
To rip at the hetacomb
For one hundred lost
Is three the cost?
Milled to brown mire
Quenched their ire
With film and sound
Paint this scene
Which exploits your
Culture's private memes
To taste a glimpse
Of passions clandestine
Simulate and go to
Your own Palestine
Crisis Observers feel For one victim From two parties guilty With cold repose With inward hate Some defend both Some abstain Try to pretend The monster's intent To silence with violence And retch not from scent Genuine glee Thrill of teenage mischief Grown men swarm To rip at the hetacomb For one hundred lost Is three the cost? Milled to brown mire Quenched their ire With film and sound Paint this scene Which exploits your Culture's private memes To taste a glimpse Of passions clandestine Simulate and go to Your own Palestine Explain Request ×
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