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A Tale of Dresden

The bombs fell down on Dresden
And so many other annihilated German cities:
Hamburg and Kiel and Pforzheim...
I could go on and on...
Hundreds of thousands died
In agony and terror and fire-bomb flames;
Burnt to a crisp, fried in their own fat.

And the world does not forget.
Instead, the victors celebrate the deaths
Of countless innocent women and children
By building statues and giving tinny medals
To the cowards who committed these monstrous crimes.
So, go and get fucked, RAF Bomber Command and the USAAF,
I urinate prolifically on your heroic graves
(metaphorically of course, 'twould be unhygienic otherwise).

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The Brits moan on and on about the Blitz whilst conveniently forgetting what Britain did to Germany. And the Americans shut their eyes to the world's number 1 war crimes: Hiroshima and Nagasaki (150,000 killed instantly and untold thousands in agony in subsequent months and years). And don't anyone start rabbitting on about all's fair in wartime - think of Auschwitz before adopting that line of defence;
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medals?
A typo?

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deed it was! Corrected. Thanks.
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xxx
Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

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than a rant about war. Not poetic in any sense of the word. ~ Geezer.
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There is value to commenting and critique, tell us how you feel about our work.
This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I realise you approve of war and killing. It is sad you dismiss disgust at making war criminals into heroes as a "rant", mais chacun a son gout,

xxx
Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

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