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The poverty that is war; the earthen ties that have bound you

Your deathly fate;

Besetting me with tears.

A helpless child in arms of mother,

Unable to stand,

Say a word in defense.

Born to die,

A child of God’s own

Becomes a worm.

 

Your kind stare and ocean eyes are placid calm,

Peace is written on your beautiful face,

 

As the decaying dearth surrounds

You transcend the surrounding dearth

 

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