Hatred
On Nice's street
Reaped lives in sheer horror
Where freedom's birth was remembered
Cheers that rang out turned to bitter anguish
Lost lives in that brief instant, gone
Unknown debts paid with blood
Ran the truck named
Hatred.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~07.19.16
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