When It Ends It's Far From Over. - Poem by Sarai Girma
When it Ends it’s Far from Over.
I saw it this morning, walking to work.
On a paper
In a box
On the corner.
“This just in” it proclaimed, in bold.
Maybe I’m stupid, but I never did get
Of course, I hear what they’ve been saying.
Five long years, and what’s to show
The answer, so unfortunately,
I’m sure all those who’ve survived the victims
Thank you so much.
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