(General #Mladic in Hell)*
Evil one, neither fire nor hot vinegar in a nest of volcanic witches, nor devouring ice, nor the putrid turtle that barking and weeping with the voice of a dead woman scratches your belly seeking a wedding ring and the toy of a slaughtered child, will be for you anything but a dark demolished door.
May you be alone and accursed,alone and awake among all the dead,and let blood fall upon you like rain,and let a dying river of severed eyesslide and flow over you staring at you endlessly.
#Srebrenica
#bosnia
*(General Franco in Hell” by Pablo Neruda, from The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
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