From there to here
Let us wear uniforms
As we did, officers
Let's fly
As we did, many years
Now let us leap in time
We are in, the 1917
What a year
October is most known; of Soviets.
And so wrong
As we are of thirties and forties
Too busy with seeing Germany
The former indicates ‘Coreen K.'
She was in the mental hospitals,
Toronto's, toughest one
Got away
She was rich, paid her way.
But many, poor, lonely
Remained there and were raped
Were tortured
Embryos, fetuses buried there
And some died
That was in the ‘Queen 999'
And latter
In Chaco
Between Shell, standard
War of oil
And thousands lost their lives
Innocents
Unaware, we sit-talk, celebrate.
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