Saturday morning
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and the sky
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is gentle blue
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Has it been
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only three years
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since I watched
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a mother
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find
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her dead son's
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marine uniform
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in the ruins
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of her home?
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soiled in ways
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that will never
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wash out.
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The detritus
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of a nation's
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failure rubbed
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into the fabric
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of the world
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Politicians smile,
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announce the coming
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victory
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raise joined hands
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in triumph
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speak about a bright
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and shining future
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They do not see
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the haunted eyes
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of frightened souls
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fleeing from the coast
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and the sky
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such a gentle blue
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today.
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