I went out to glean
After the mighty harvesters have done enough
For a week I have waited
To get a bread for my siblings
Now I lay on my pool of blood
He didn't wait to pull the trigger
I only think of my starving family
I hope my son will not steal to feed the family.
For the media and social media
He will come to bid me farewell
It was a mistake- he will say
Ohh I thought it were the raiders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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