The war was over
Fresh smell of bombs and canons
Reeked the whole land
Half walls stood riddled with bullets
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We three had
A hoe, a digger and a spade
To be truant was like
Digging one's grave
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Mrs. Q is an average age woman
Meticulous, fierce and quarelsome
Must have been a tomboy
At one stage in her early metamorphosis
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I am bombarded
By the sins and odds
Of the world
And I am perturbed
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Man thinks that he has time
In his pocket to spend like his money
Time jumps out and sits on his laps
And he thinks that he has had a baby
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Away from the toils
Of the day
The night descends
Like a storm
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I will toil and toil
In my own way
Content with my own
Drib and drab achievements
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What will end this world
We do not know
How it will end
Is but some wild speculations
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The northeast wind
Is blowing and with it
Some guns and bombs
Every day the war
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Greed lives in the
World ancient and new
It was greed for amala
That gave the dog its black nose
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