a shadow of a dead soul
drained of blood; wounded in a battle lost
bared to the bone; a face-print of a dark mask
gazes; with eyes gone blank

what beast; monster of a kind
would commit such a crime
what culture; so dead and blind
would sit around and waste the time

all is well for Eritreans in festive mood; hand-in-hand
but all is not well on that wasteland
oh no! there is blood somewhere; on that sea of sand

Gabriel Guangul
23 September 2012


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