Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

darkness graced the night
as a gentle breeze whispers
to hear crickets sing.
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In my land there spreads a great Plague
That leaves my countrymen in a coma
An ideology that has failed and is vague
Still tries to brainwash with its dogma.
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Words laid for a fleeting gaze
Perhaps may disguise a maze

Where the lines meant for reading
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gold rays of sunshine
in propitious embrace touch
with warm assurance
every soul that chilled with pain
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Choices, Life gives many!
Before birth, though none are available.
Questions, many obviously!
Three things are non-negotiable:
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Countries cannot talk peace with wild savages,
They have no concept of it, just their hate that rages.
While we all seek to settle conflicts and address
Our nation's growth, their kind brings distress.
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Care for the little children, strive to guide their way.
They are the future citizens of a country.
Like malleable clay molded by our hands today,
Care for the little children, strive to guide their way.
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A sure foundation for molding character
The anvil where the child is honed
A happy family does so much better
Than material things a man had owned.
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Devastation and Chaos on the land
Loss of lives, loss of Future
Warriors lost their souls.
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We were rambunctious
Daring, so carefree,
Nothing was perilous
With our youth's curiosity
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