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by Allan Gkah Marisamhuka jr Sep 14, 2018
Sadness, depression /
Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders.
I can easily be gone for entirely.
It's nolonger possible to stay,
Where poverty is the order of myself.
I hope one dawn,
It shall be over,
And come back home.