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Jul 2012
and I sold my brother
for the weight
of fame
***** my mother
in my quest for
power
I stole my fathers name
for the wealth
it bore
and yet still I am...
Do people who orchestrate genocides, sell out their people feel ANY remorse? Or do they just go on does it mean nothing?
Naima Mungai
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Naima Mungai  The World
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