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Apr 2021
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The dawn after the mayhem,
The life after the death of life,
The pain to see yourself alive,
after loosing every single family,
The heart seeks death yet the brain chooses to live,
The hunters are still there,
Searching for your body and soul,
They want you dead or burried alive,
And in that despair you crave to live.
To live to be able to search your loved ones,
They are dead all gone,
Yet, to find their remains and give them a final burial,
To be able to live through all this,
To survive and move on,
To see millions killed not by strangers but by own people,
By people whom you grew up,
The loss is more powerful,

The cries yet to come,
The hurt is intense,
The emotion yet
to settle in,
The change is indespnsable,
But to move on is yet
to register,
The killers calling your name,
You holed in the washroom,
Trying to save yourself,
Yet, cursing to be alive,
The bloodiest human action in current history,
But, life has to move on,
And yes, you need to live and move on...

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Sparkle In Wisdom
4/4/2021
(This is about Rawanda holocaust, I read a book by "Immaculée Ilibagiza
Left to tell"  in 2010, the pain kind of stayed with me forever.)
#rawanaholocaust
Sparkle in Wisdom
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Sparkle in Wisdom  43/F/West Africa
(43/F/West Africa)   
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       Valsa George, Mack and Ayesha
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