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Poetry

Tears of Blood

Naveli

She was happy, when she born,
She was a mom, adoring her precious form.
She smiled bright, making her proud,
Such a special being, their’s no doubt.

Life goes on, she becomes grown,
Head so high, whole world to own.
Reality slapped her face, breaking her heart,
First tears of blood, life torn apart.

Hugging her mom, she cried all night,
What to do, what’s wrong what’s right.
“Be strong, my child, face life’s trial”,
Advise of her mom, again gives her desire.

This time she fights, before she’s gone,
Now we entered the world’s different zone.
She was the victim, yet, it’s her walk of shame,
Politics happened, now it’s all about the fame.

Tears of blood, a mother’s pain,
Loss, grief, an unbearable strain.
Cried so high, asking for hell,
Everyone can hear her destructive yell.

Will justice be served to the precious soul?
Will lord listen to everyone’s howl?
When almighty himself will wave his broom,
Divine wrath unfolds, sealing their doom.

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