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| Artwork by Celestin Munezero |
Turned the sight around
To the humble gatherings
Of travelers to the
unknown
Land to pretend and defend
Thereof in their righteous
mind
Execute blur-sighted
prophets
Sons and daughters of the
future
Now is the morale they
merely read
Sculptured all around
parietes
Of their sore hearts
Cries in their pathetic
eyes
Are heard alone in their
homes
And of them worriers of
time
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