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Here Smells Hell
Hell smells on this nice land
Land where there is severe killing
Killing of innocent people
People hating their neighbors
Neighbors with grudge
Grudge against everything
Everything has decayed.
Decayed, as morals are in danger
Danger of living on this land
Land with endless fire
Fire from the morning until in the evening
Evening, when death squadrons chop and shoot
Shoot and set ablaze fellow humans
Humans stand in the inglenook watching the burning of men
Men observing humans terminating fellow comrades
Comrades are in hell here.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Copyright ©
Mugisho Theophile
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