Disaster!
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Sandra Feldman
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الورقة الذهبية
Something to love
Something to admire
Sweetly desire
And love,
There isn't much left
Better still,
Is there anything left
Clean, good to desire?
We live in a World
Of ugliness, moral theft,
And destructive, Fire
Where robbers are heroes
Moral rape, we accept,
Where sanity and beauty
Are spat upon and mocked,
Where to go?
When all decency seems
To be gone,
And all sensitivity,
Crushed and shocked,
Devastatingly, blocked!
Lost amongst the screams
Of a deadly, choir.
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