tipape matayo
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the deserted family on the streets
To class I was goin' In the wee hours of the day The lectures were long and tiring But to the end.sweeten Way back home; then I saw A mom, Three children, An infant. Their luggage with them. I passed by The time like yesterday, today I found the same family. Famished they look, And thirsty too Like nobody else I passed by The humane has died; Like everyday they're there The same spot,the same hopeless looks Then today was unique The luggage untied The rag stretch The two smalls lied Touched! ...
THE WAILS
#poetry THE WAILS Then I heard the cries. On Television, newspaper,radio... Murder: Death, This lass, that lass killed and not killed but killed brutally. Then I saw the faces of parents the 'victimed' and the ' unvictimed'. Fear,Anguish reigned; The heart of every adult with a girl Then I heard them, "handsomely they promise a pretty amount" the prey--kenyan ladies became in AirBnB happy are the predators in two months My Country WAILED Mourned The year started with mourns. STOP FEMICIDE ...
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