I saw my nation crumble
like an old and torn sheet of paper.
With it my kindred fell
into the stinking pits of hell.
I heard the sounds fade.
These sounds: PEACE, LOVE and UNITY.
Like the words on that sheet
torn and soaked in the blood we spilt.
I felt the Sheets texture,
once soft rapidly turn rough
as I haughtily, hastily rolled
it into a shapeless ball.
I tasted its poisonous ink,
smelt all its stink.
Spat it out in murky vomit
Along with all its hate and torment.
And after deep enlightened thought,
I picked my pen and rewrote
A poem filled with love and happiness,
A poem of who we were once.
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