i saw mud sliding from its set
wiping whole side of a village
muffled scream drown quick
thick soup, nobody escape
people watching gaping lips
as tears flow down their cheeks
when it stop they started to dig
with their bare hands and sticks
bodies found are crush broken
too sad, whole country is shaken
risky places are being vacated
squatters too, they lamented
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