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Ethiopian Sun

Ethiopian Sun My first born son, Bon, died today in my arms Thin arms, swollen stomach, flies touching The cold glazed eyes of his tiny body My tears can’t save him Quench what was thirst Or wash away the sins of living He will never know to read or write He did not know the name of his own land And killer Ethiopian sun Which he just died under Or his sister, sweet Biny Who lost her life at the hands Of the bandit war lords Marxist Berg I laid her ravaged body down under sun and dying Endangered Hagenia Abyssinica tree With no hope in Ethiopia Soon, all would be gone 9/23/14 Free Verse Poem- Poetry Contest

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Date: 9/26/2014 7:56:00 PM
Congratulations on your HM Earl. Sad but reality.
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Date: 9/27/2014 8:15:00 AM
Good morning Brenda. Thank you. I was going for a simple slice of life with this entry. Congratulations to you too for your excellent win.