Daughter of the Torn City
By Wënnë Madyt Dengs
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It is approaching winter
Cold winds blow away the melting warmth
The sweetness of weather changes;
The throat vicious bitterness of equinox
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Political greed kicks off
The winds changes
It starts to blow in bloodbath coldness
They divorce their levitate lovers
When the game puts on new shape
It turns into cloudy red sky
Fills with pathetic promise
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Amidst the day;
The rainbow crosses the feathery cloud
Denoting fate of dooming later,
When is forced to sniveling;
Deafening salvo of sword increasing
It slits the splendor of her town
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Breathe breaking reek of gore spread
Breathless human lying helpless
Wild cat keep running;
Tearing human skin
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Fierce and lust stricken
With rough face
His eyes are naked
He catches me;
I find my body in massive emotion
Nude and null
My sarong get torn
I become a woman in torn boondock
My undies are blood-drenched
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My child,
You’re poor
A child of a teen
My breast can’t secret life
They are premature
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Political greed kicks off
They divorce their levitate lovers
In those dark days
I become a woman
I am defiled in my torn city
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