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Their grief

Like leaden weights they hung their grief around their child,
Torn from her world of sunshine and flowers to mouth platitudes
She didn’t understand,
To weep tears she didn’t feel,
To vote with her fist and a small flag for change she couldn’t comprehend.

‘Look at how it’s affected her!’ they said,
And then with glee: ‘Let’s kill the bastards!’

Children know when they’re meant to be upset. The parents then use the childrens’ emotions to justify violence.

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