Farce

Remember the hoisted feet
in the public square,
following desert fires and
scars on church walls;

Remember the scorched rubble
where only a bullet remains,
surrounded by knotted ropes
and accompanying message;

Remember years of blood
and bombs and gas,
years of sorrow and tears
and hatred and fears;

Remember how it spread
and consumed everything,
on the path and off it,
all manners of life;

Can you not remember?

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