After
Is this it,
Is this what becomes of
All our hard work,
All our efforts,
All our dedication.
We have nothing left,
Except our lives
And a very distant hope
That things will turn out just fine
Tears flow fast from our eyes,
Like the water that washed away our livelihood.
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