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Soury water flow Ceaseless tears last till death days I die a millionth living years Lesion of wound reddish show I am a victim of war relic Can't you see, my burnt house My pair of rag clothe My battered ink of ignorance Queuing for a feed Begging for a drink **** in a homeless bridge Conscripted as a child soldier Can't you see, I am the war relic ? Voice of refugees status I am Rebel to my homeland I run Deprived by mortal quest for power Politics of hatred wash me to bank of ocean Can't you see I have one arm, one eye, one embroidery parts Can't you see am a victim of power mongers I have foolishly support their quest I have shouted for the nuke to be test Justifying their foolish context they ran away to have a succor of rest When the war bullet penetrate the wall I am decorated as a zeroed hero Holding crutches leaping like a dog So bad I am abandoned in a refugee camp Can't you see I am the worst victim of war with relatives buried and burned with fire of sand and the gods watch without intervention by Martin Ijir
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
War Relic
Soury water flow Ceaseless tears last till death days I die a millionth living years Lesion of wound reddish show I am a victim of war relic Can't you see, my burnt house My pair of rag clothe My battered ink of ignorance Queuing for a feed Begging for a drink **** in a homeless bridge Conscripted as a child soldier Can't you see, I am the war relic ? Voice of refugees status I am Rebel to my homeland I run Deprived by mortal quest for power Politics of hatred wash me to bank of ocean Can't you see I have one arm, one eye, one embroidery parts Can't you see am a victim of power mongers I have foolishly support their quest I have shouted for the nuke to be test Justifying their foolish context they ran away to have a succor of rest When the war bullet penetrate the wall I am decorated as a zeroed hero Holding crutches leaping like a dog So bad I am abandoned in a refugee camp Can't you see I am the worst victim of war with relatives buried and burned with fire of sand and the gods watch without intervention by Martin Ijir
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
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