Poetry : The After Life

in #poetry6 years ago

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Because we have been drowned in silence,

Echoes of wailing become claps.

Gunshots become the beats of our traps
.
Death doesn't move us anymore.

Because we've learnt to number our days

And wait for our turns.


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