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Feb 2018
He died,
His life stolen,
No more pain.

She looked on,
Her life frozen,
No more pain

We died,
Our lives given,
All the pain.

Spring and summer,
Autumn and winter.
Through all the seasons,
I give you this heart.

A broken heart.

A son torn from his mother.

They were frightened.

No sympathy,
No compassion,
We killed them all.

Killed the mother,
Yearning for her son

Killed the son,
Yearning for his freedom.

Killed our humanity
And bathed...
In rivers filled with blood.

We took,
Gaining their resentment.
These innocent minds,
We have corrupted.

"Why spare the lives of the guilty?"
You said.

On judgement day,
You will not be spared

On judgement day,
I Hope,
I hope you burn in HELL.

No compassion,
No sympathy,
No freedom,

At some pinpoint in life, you realise that some people are not worth it.
Zainab Ibrahim
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