Salvaging what is left when the mad-men leave,
And the world can breathe, ashen and torn with no reprieve,
Remnants of home, a lock and a key, a child's laughter, needs
No reminders of what is forever etched by the hardened hearts of mad men...
Tattered and torn, a sea turtle's plea: "Free Gaza, from the land unto the sea, for they are my brethren, my earth family."
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