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Remote

by T. S. Ratzinger


Pictures on the screen appal.
Starved and slaughtered bodies sprawl.
World so bloody and unjust.
But we're not them and they're not us.

Rwandan, Chechnyan, Serb or Croat --
Bored we click off the remote.
Then log on to AOL
And slip further into Hell.

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