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Give me back yesterday

Not much will I say for we dare not listen to their pleas urging us to remain and watch while at the other end children are orphaned where is the weaver come and dissolve this union for its usefulness is long gone Forward is not always better; We want to have our home back. Separate husbands' and fathers' footsteps; from that of soldiers. Death lives next door; our farmlands have become deserts. Give me back yesterday; So that I wouldn't have to name my child before eight days or at least; to prepare him for today.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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