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May 2020
Everyday the buds fall
In my Garden oh I am mother of them all,
Among the rubble that covers my *****
The spilled blood creating a chasm,
The welling orbs and sealed lips
Telling a tale of alien's whip,
How long I have to bear this gore
O' Lord, be my savior, I can't take it anymore.

on Twitter 20/5/2020 5:20am
The daily killings continue in my Valley...
When will there be peace..?
Written by
Khan BA  62/M
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