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Sand purple beaches

now purple crimson with blood

filled with the empty shells

of live bullets you

fired and emptied

on the shells of now

dead snails in a clash of

equals, that is your bravery

O cowards of the ages


Development and policy analyst with a strong interest in the arts and inclusive social change. Dabbles occasionally into poetry and literary criticism!

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