The harvested grains remain uneaten
Door opens and embrace all at the even
The mountaineers are trap as they ascend
Infamy tools shackled freedom as it descend
Flowers that blossom poison as marjoram
Morality cease flowing as dead river creates harm
The sky comes down and meets the trees
Melancholy songs of mourning Nightingale sings
Making their voice cease as blood flows
As the smoke covers their spacious souls
(c) Martin Ijir 2018
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