"Why we leaved where we are"
The roads are silent earlobes
Hope no longer drive its lorries
And drift of amputated wind
Lost its forging memories
All birds has suddenly become shrill
In festive dance of the night
And hunger massacring the barefooted streets
Where we gaited like valiant soldiers
Never being stolen by the burn fire nights of baboons.
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