She was dark,
she was beautiful
She was promising,
What names did you not call poverty
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Machinery in the hands of Aristocrats,
Toiling day and night,
Falling short in every way possible,
Always in the middle, middle of nowhere,
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A monster came to Vegas, to massacre.
He came not for the fun but to kill the fun.
He snuck into a hotel, he took his time to dine and wine.
He mingled with the crowd, he took his time to survey his targets.
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The certainty of the passage of time, periods, seasons add up to bring future,
The inevitability of what it will be, and what should be,
The progression of events that will aggregate to become expectancy of what would be,
The days and nights, the toils of daily labor, the dreams of what life should be,
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They heard loud noise; bang! , bang! ! , bang! ! !
The noise was not from shattering glasses,
The noise was not from bangers of Christmas,
The noise came from a monster looking these angels in their faces,
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Mandela! , Mandela! ! , Mandela! ! !
What can I say about you, for you were everything most people wished they could be.
Madiba, you chose the hard option when faced with multiple choices including the most favorable option of silence.
Mandela, you lived and died for ideal that all men were born equal, with same anatomy and endowment from same creator.
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Komlar Dumor; 1972-2014.
Suddenly, seriously? ., Seriously? .
Komlar is gone?
Adieu Komlar, what a colossal loss,
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My Girl.
My Girl, my princess, my gem,
It seems like yesterday when I held you in my hands as a tot,
The cries of new life, new arrival to the family,
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They come in various shapes, sizes, ages, genders, and skin colors.
They are from all nationalities, races and denominations.
They come with different books, pamphlets, and other literature.
They toil to build shelters for the homeless, they provide food for the hungry, they cloth the naked, they give care and provide hope for the sick, they visit those in prisons, they provide water for those thirsty.
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