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War
The innocence of daughters plucked off their souls
Orphans spread wide, agony on streets
Scavenges merry on rotting heritage
Nation's sweat burning, humanity's creativity scattered in ashes
Men were not teary, nor deterred by their transience of life
They match, hoping to wreak the bloodthirsty beast
Of vengeance and wrath
They carried the future's hope in the search for peace
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Beryl A. Ouma
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