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With passing tears
And sorrows tear
Like lighten light
In distant night
And thunderstorm
In fire form
Spreading shield
With bitter sheet
Life is lost
And time is loose
Times of thought
With deeper touch
And life was left
In time to lift
But alas the onus of impediment
Struck death with endless plague
It fallen, it falling, it falling
It is the last call.
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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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