Unfed Somalians
How can i sleep when
i hear you crying?
You are innocent; you are weak.
At your cost we all live.
We understand and accept the reality.
But we interfere and compromise.
We build our palaces
upon your corpse.
Copyright © Bishnu Bhusal | Year Posted 2005
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