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No More Blood for Oil!
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No More Blood for Oil!

A man's blood stains tides

Grotesque and twisted

A bloated, floating corpse

bobbing in an apathetic sea

His hands drift uselessly

They held a baby once

His chapped lips kissed

farewell, grieving wife

Dying soldiers gurgle

Salt seawater weighting

They fought for corporations

Expired for profit's sake

A man's blood stains tides

The guts of nations seeping

But does it mark consciences

Of Western politicians?

No blood for oil:

Patrick Mackeown

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