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Robert L. Martin

Burning Sanctuaries

Raging lunatics
in their glory,
burning down
sanctuaries,
places that live
in their hearts,
meant for the
betterment of them,
and for the
betterment of all.
 
When will they stop?
When the demands
of their protests are met?
Do they know what
they are, or do they
just don’t give a damn?
Or just in it for the thrill?

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