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Save The Boys; Sonnet #8

O rescue help the boys in dreadful cave. Those adventurers could meet their demise Unless in hour of crisis comes the brave; But one by one emerge and none yet dies, Unscathed though bruised from historic ordeals, Escaped the jaws of death. Those left behind, Our prayers they overcome their perils. The tears flowing freely cruel minutes grind. A strange surging water locking them in, The force push them up to higher chambers. Upon a mount waited; with anxious kin, With families, monks believe still embers. We salute rescuers' courage to save, And one to God his precious life he gave.
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mohamed-nasir
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Written by
mohamed-nasir
60 / M / New Malaysia
Published
Jul 9, 2018
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This poem is to the boys and the coach of a football team trapped in a cave in Thailand. But thanks to the rescuers' most had been rescued and one of the rescuers died in this attempts to save the boys. Except a few left behind. Our hope they would be saved and hope all will go well.

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