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BOATS CARRYING THE IMMIGRANTS

escaping wars their bodies washing to shore

from the deep sea, I hear a cry
bubbling through with agony

bodies washing to shore, one by one

 

drowned baby in mother's arm

held on tight as she swallowed her last breath

walking the beach on shells when I was young

where I found sanctuary

crash of waves my melody

now, only corpses beneath my feet

human remains, walruses without heads, whales torn to pieces

broken ivory, a lion's head

the melody is now a cry

the graveyard my sanctuary

my tears feed the oceans

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◄ SOLDIERS OF MERCY

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