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In the Dying Moments
Ten of thousands assemble ahead
Shouting for their rights on beds
In the dying moments she emerges
Rounding and pounding their lips
In the dying moments she cries
Will her greenage be restored?
So hetrage she carries over head
In her dying moments she smiles
while tears are oozing on her wound
In her dying moments their rights are broken
And her future remains prominent
And so blink she comes with her arms
poem
by
Paul Mwenelupembe
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