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May 2020
As the epitome of evil,
He lays there on the ground.

And with not a care in the world,
He lays there on the ground,
With relaxation on his mind.

As the harbinger of death and destruction,
He does not seem to care
As he diregards all of his production;
Anger, envy and dspair.

And as he lays there on the ground,
With relaxation on his mind,
Their hatred and his carlessness becomes entwined.
Zainab Ibrahim
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