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Come cry with me for;
I have no home in my homeland
I am hungry and huntered
I hurry not to tarry on my cane legs
Runnin' from and into my adversaries
Escapin' only by the skin of the air I breathe.
Come cry with me for
All 'round me pellets are bringin’ people down dead
I find it difficult to believe I am alive
My thread thick neck cannot carry my bulky head
My protruded stomach is filled only with hunger
Like the branches of a tree can be seen
So are my ribs and bones.
Come cry with me for
With my sea deep bowl
I roam lookin’ for food I cannot find
I cry and cry but I never consoled
My tear drops are so heavy they never drain
I cry for an end to all these misery.
Come cry with me for;
I want you to join me cry
Maybe together we can be heard
I'm told tolerance will solve the puzzle
I'll continue to be in my hideout and await my fate
Until tolerance and her sister, Peace, come to solve this puzzle.
Come cry with me.
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NICE WRITEUP Ebuenyi Ikenna D. | Jun 1st, 2004
YOUR CRY WOULD TOUCH THE DEVIL!
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