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British press is with the rebel forces
advancing on Tripoli
in pressed Hollister collars
phones and digital cameras in hand
smiling along with brothers and friends
bullets buzzing past their heads
loosely shooting at fellow men
'just doing their jobs'
delivering Hell the souls of those
that fly no colours
it's another day
another twenty-four where children feed
on parents' hopes and little else
women pray to gods that fail their faith
to bring their husbands home again
with no music to influence our moods
to cheer on a slaughter or cry for the dead
no CNN cueing us this time around
no poetry to move the depths
there is laid bare an insanity
in faces of calm and clear sobriety
numb, a piece of humanity lost
to the vacuum
that is our endless pursuit
and attempted preservation of happiness
advancing on Tripoli
in pressed Hollister collars
phones and digital cameras in hand
smiling along with brothers and friends
bullets buzzing past their heads
loosely shooting at fellow men
'just doing their jobs'
delivering Hell the souls of those
that fly no colours
it's another day
another twenty-four where children feed
on parents' hopes and little else
women pray to gods that fail their faith
to bring their husbands home again
with no music to influence our moods
to cheer on a slaughter or cry for the dead
no CNN cueing us this time around
no poetry to move the depths
there is laid bare an insanity
in faces of calm and clear sobriety
numb, a piece of humanity lost
to the vacuum
that is our endless pursuit
and attempted preservation of happiness
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