A Plague
We made a pact
To preserve life
To reserve humanity
For all
We stand
Unite ourselves
Created treaty of peace and love
One conscious
Animosity keeps caged
For many years and seasons,
We plunk without hesitation
Lay back on tiny finger
Pull back the shelter
Poor and forgotten
A crack becomes a plague
Fatal
The harsh golden wind is raging wild
Slaughtering seed altering faith
We are finally wounded to death.
Malaya Roses
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