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title: The Cover's Blown
week: 32
date: 2025-08-13
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I hide in sight,\
my truth concealed\
all bark no bite,\
my hurt unhealed

they poke sleeping bear,\
resistance is vain\
this world won't be fair,\
I try to explain

I let too much out,\
my cover is blown\
whine just to pout, \
I wish I was grown
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Our guise of ignorance has now fallen\
All shadows of doubt illuminated\
With years of your bombs disintegration\
Your pretence of defence crumbles away\
Yet still they say it's all far too complex\
Empathy held from kids too far away\
The victims that you expect to submit\
To accept all they've lost and not resist\
Lest rubble be made of their latest homes\
Left to cower under tarpaulin domes