By Atilieu Diing Akol, Kabarak, Kenya
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Often I would write a passionate poem
But I cannot tell who this is for anymore
For we have buried to many to count
We have passed their old and tired graves
And still we have more to feed the earth
Violence being each ones last memory
Perpetual war and unending sorrow
We continue to deplore home with war
Honour to those who fought for us
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Often I would follow the rules of this game
But I cannot tell who the winner is anymore
These years have given us pain and sadness
For we have lost more than we have gained
Here lies a grandfather father and son
Generations of comrades and true patriots
Release us all from this unending unrest
Oh what I would give to live peacefully
Honour to those who fought for us
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Often my words are not of bitterness
But I cannot bring myself to admit this fact
But the glow of peace is slowly fading
As I continue to question political decisions
I look up at our flag floating in the wind
The pride I felt as it rose 5 years ago
And it becomes unclear for a minute
Whether there’s hope for future generations
Honour to those who fought for us