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"We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing" By Konstantin Josef Jireček, a Czech historian, diplomat and slavist.

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

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

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

Breathe breaking reek of gore spread

Breathless human lying helpless

Wild cat keep running;

Tearing human skin

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

My child,

You’re poor

A child of a teen

My breast can’t secret life

They are premature

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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