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The Anguish

The Anguish

But why

Sometimes I wonder

The suffering, the anguish

The pain, the hardship

Why does it all have to be?


The misery, the poverty

The children, their bellies distended

Feet bare and eyes protruding


The mushroom clouds

The bellowing rocks

The belching chimneys

And there are the trembling grounds

And the rising waters


Mothers snatch up their babies

They flee before the invasion

Shouting to the older ones to run

As fast as their legs can carry them

But not all make it

Children separated from mothers

And wives from husbands


Why does it all have to be?

And when will it all end?

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