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My brother please give me bread,
Her worn out dark eyes, sunken into the once pretty forehead,
Unkept hair, ruffled looks,
Her dark skin ravished by the rashed up pimples.

My brother please give me bread,
The last time food touched those lips, was now a long sad distant memory
She had somehow programmed her mind to obliterate the thought of hunger,
In this battle of wills, hunger always prevailed.

My brother please give

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With the onset of the day, we used to meet at the edge of the Basana creek,
On that rock we sat, swaying to the rhythm of the passing wind,
Feet dipped in the clear passing waters, this is where all the life promises were made,
Not to be tempted by what the other side had to offer, we sat and promised that we would wait.

That night they took me away, to do my bit in this cruel struggle,
In my mind you were no longer, but my outstretched heart was always

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