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Nyakisa Beth Mar 2020
I am behind enemy lines
I have lost contact with my platoon
All i hear is the deafening sound of
Explosives all around me
I long to go back home
I have rose , fell and raged
Through wars , battles , skirmishes
And retreats.
I have been a prisoner of  war
For years I have not had
A smile from home
Time is now.
My watch is over

— The End —