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Were You There

When my Mother was killed?
Like a cockroach;
She was butchered
Her name erased
From the book of life; expunged
Leaving us unaided
Disregarded, by people
Nobody pays heed
From dust we feed
Swimming in poverty
Famine attacks
Our life, full of strife
As we see her grave
Calling God to save
Our massacred Mother. 

Drencho POET Loads

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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