“Requiem for (far more than) 100 little Iranian Girls”, US-Scientist Rajani Kannepalli Kanth wrote it

Wolfram, a friend of mine,  & his family sent me the following requiem for those far more than 100 little Iranian girls the US-Murderers killed since yesterday. Wolframs friend, the US-scientist and Peace-Activist Rajani Kannepalli Kanth wrote it. And I declared, that I wouldnt  have been able to write such a poem in this tragical moments:

Ihr seid nicht allein!

Danke Rajani & Wolfram für dieses Requiem.

Ich kann nicht weinen. Ich hätte dieses Requiem nicht schreiben können, ich hätte es schreien müssen. Ich habe es unterdrückt, weil die Kinder hier schon schliefen und mein Schreien hätte die Toten nicht wecken können. Meine Tränen sind gefriergetrocknet wie Brennstäbe, die mich wie Kühlwasser verdampfen. Eiskalt schmelzen sie meinen Kern. Ich fühle mich ausgebrannt wie diese Mädchen-Grundschule: die Kinder hatten einen BURN-OUT

Ich kann nicht weiterschreiben & muss an die über 3000 Menschen in GAZA denken, die der Massenmörder Netanjahu spurlos hat „verdampfen“ lassen …

And Wolfram answered: 

Hello Hartmut, very touching too, what you are saying, lyrical as well. To put the text on your website you need to ask for approval by Dr. Rajani Kanth. And add his name of course.

And he asked Rajani Kanth:

Raj, would you approve? Hartmut runs a well-known website and is one of the greatest masters of German language.

And because i’d run a big Elementary-School-Choir with between 80 & 120 Children from more than 15 countries, who survived mostly US-EU-caused killingfields and many of them were forced to go back by GERMAN ICE-FORCES, i’ve sent them this Requiem:

Dear R., I will put this Requiem on my website tomorrow morning or wendsday, because I have to guard my grandchildren tomorrow!

We have to stand and help each other, to save the life of our children and the ours, because they cant stand it alone. I could sent some additional money for N.s School-Fees.

Hidden kisses for your now 10 years old “Baby” N.

& greetings from many of the “Lamboy-Kids”, I met last weeks. They want to organise a Revival of our Children- Choir 20 years after. May be, it will become a Grandmas- & Grandpas- & Mamas- & Papas- & Children- & Grandchildren-Choir :-0)))))

Hartmut

The US-scientist & Peace-Activist Rajani Kannepalli Kanth wrote this Requiem:

So,  They wanted regime change.

So,  the first thing to do

is to blow up an elementary school.

For girls,

Little girls.

100 of them.

With backpacks.

You know.

With cartoon pictures on them.

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Girls who went to school that day reassured, like their caregivers,  because the two nations were engaged in negotiations.

Yes, negotiations.

You know , both sides trying to find solutions in good faith?

So there could be no trouble.

Right?

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So,  they underestimated the dastardlies.

That they were  all  muttlies,  they knew for sure.

It’s common knowledge by now?

Everywhere.

But they knew not the serious  penchant for  the craven.

How can we blame them?

That trait may  simply  be unscalable.

There is no human limit to it, it seems.

After Epstein, are there  still any  believers left?

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They knew not that the decision to war was taken weeks ago.

Negotiations were pure Kabuki.

Ask Native Americans.

They know all about negotiating with Them.

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So they went to school that day.

After the usual hugs and kisses.

Maybe after  first breakfasting on  cornflakes?

No.

Perhaps they ate far  better than that, fortunately.

So , they went.

Teacher greeted them.

Said to them, girls, let’s do a little prayer before we begin.

For peace on earth and the welfare of all.

They started….

And then , from the big blue yonder came crashing  down  the  patented, unmistakable insignia of western civ in our times.

Boom.

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In bits, pieces , pigtails , books,  crayons,,  little limbs, and  little dresses, all were blown ceiling high.

The walls shuddered,  roofs crumbled, and  tables, chairs, doors,  and windows all burnt in an unholy blaze.

One little  blood splattered backpack flew in the air and came to rest outside.

And bled.

Someone took a picture and sent it  swimming around the world.

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Far away the  mailers of that massive missilegram, long past even the  semblance of being human beings cheered and clapped and raised toasts.

Mission successful.

A job well done.

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People, gathered. around the school.

One of them spoke, softly.

It figures.

When Pedophiles pick targets,, they do so with great circumspection.

They don’t make a mistake.

No , they didn’t.

They were unerring.

Another triumph for the Collective West.

It was just one more celebration  in the endless trajectory of their world mastery?

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You have to love the free world , and its leaders.

Don’t you?

I  only  wonder which grieving mom claimed that  blood red backpack that day?