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They said their last goodbyes as we looked on
Their suffering recorded for our eyes
We played death’s imminence, sat back and watched
So grateful that it wasn’t us who’d die.

And then we counted down to Christmas Day
Bought all the little things upon our lists
We blessed ourselves with gifts, coz namaste
And worried not of continental rifts

So now we have a few more sleeps to go
Until our children wake to gifts galore
And still they cry and die in Aleppo
Their bodies trapped, their souls destroyed by war

Forget it now, enjoy the holidays;
Those people are a million miles away.

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