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India's LossesOn commuter trains home People were well unaware, Of what had laid ahead What was waiting for them there. Eight bombs were pefectly placed Either on the trains or the tracks, As much as one hundred and forty-seven dead No one knew, they wouldn't be coming back. Caught by suprise, they were But, no one wants to take claim, More losses for the world But really, who is to blame? Copyright Cynthia Jones July.11/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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