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May 2018
On my own,
The gun busted with a loud sound,
The children ran to their parents,
Chicks to their chicken parents,
Cubs to their lion parents,
Friend to  friend,
Worshipers to their gods,
I cried,
no one show empathy,
I shouted no one heard,
I seek,
Every week
every hour but I was,
On my own
Banele
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Banele
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