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The sacrifice
I dedicate this poem to all parents
Under the sun
Moving towards the sun
Clothed by the dust
To put a dream to the their sums
To be divided by their sons
With low, lovely sing songs
Laying low living life
So as to keep tomorrow
And bury the paste of yesterday
This is our fate
Black and all alike
The sacrifice
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Simon Ezu is a social commentator, advocate for world peace, climate change and social reforms to make the world a better place.
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