Kwalombota Neeta


The Jet - Poem by Kwalombota Neeta

The jet is coming The jet is coming to throw bombs on us The jet is going to destroy the buildings near my class The jet has come The jet has taken all the bread and vegetables The sound of the jet, makes me uncomfortable Boom Boom Boom The tanks are passing in the streets Everyone is dead


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  • Kelly Kurt (4/4/2015 1:40:00 PM)


    What a horrible way to live. Thank you, Kwalo for letting me see this (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 4, 2015



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