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poem a bout a suffering people in a country
The Moving Wind
by omondi
5-7-5 Poetry contest entry
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The wind moves
Sounds are heard
Crying for help
The sounds never stops.
East to the west
The word H-E-L-P
Is the order of the day
Make sure you see the light
We can make the pain go
By consoling ourselves.
For years tears on our eyes
Sounds that horrifies are heard
But together we stand
We know we are going to win
The end of this will come.
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Author Notes
I wrote this poem following the suffering people are going through their life's that is;lack of job,bad governance and bad health in our countries.
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