Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
12.04.2026
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0041 In The Rifle's Foresight
In fifty years, when Jerusalem's gone,
flattened by an Arab atomic bomb,
to whom will be the spoils, in this tear-stained land,
lifeless, radio-active in its blood-drenched sand?
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