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November 1977


The Forgotten



And quiet

Like a blanket

Lie over the country

That is slowly waking up

To remember



Is shattered

When a gunshot

Sounds in the silence

In a final salute

For the forgotten



Now returns

And havoc wreaked

In fits of anger

Is now reserved by us

For them


Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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