The war-torn riches of some sands in maid*
Abandoned by the roadside, stoned and
castaway;
An insurgent haven, demons on a holiday,
Its sandy eggs broken, useful and have no need;-
Innocent mirrors are made to bleed,
Nay, I have often stood still in mute dismay,
As one's hard life suffers ruins, to this day,
Mother earth is shock on this deed?
What cruel children, bearing the shame-scorn:
What tears despised and modesty defaced
By ruthless children of waste:
From matrons to the nation, we bear shame-torn
To die at leisure having loved without taste;
And beauty bleeding not to be born.
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*Maiduguri
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Maiduguri, Nigeria
10/1/2017
2:00am