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“They're dead”

They're dead.

No-one helped:
the system said "no".
"Those are the rules."
"I can't bend the rules."

They're dead

Because no-one was
allowed to help.
"Those were the rules."
"I can't bend the rules."
 
They're dead

But maybe there'll be
an inquiry, a commission.
"Those were the rules."
"I couldn't bend the rules."

They're dead.

Thoughts and prayers
won't bring them back.

They're dead.

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