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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aliens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Aliens</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By the sandy shores of Ghazzat, a young boy stood.<br>The sea was calm and turquoise and he dreamed of<br>sailing away one day. He was awoken by the noise<br>of artillery, tanks and fighter jets; the aliens were on<br> a collective punishment mode, to teach his people <br>a lesson, having had the cheek to hold a democratic <br>election and voted the wrong party into power. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On a hill, on the other side of the border, youngsters <br>were applauding the carnage. Billows of smoke and <br>flashing fires, like watching fireworks in the middle <br>of the day. What a great day! Coffee and strudel was<br>served to the hungry crowed. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=473469" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The boy, by the shore, was hit by a stray bullet, mind<br>he had no business being there, and as his blood <br>oozed into the peaceful sea and sailed away, he looked<br>up and saw the grinning face of a fighter pilot, not <br>much older than himself who, after his mission, had<br>a story to tell his mates.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a></strong></div>