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The Asylum Seekers
Who had hidden the sun in their reigns?
He who dreads earth with his vein
Above, they bolster names over ruinsHad you built the firmaments there
Or you heave in ornaments pride
Masses who seek asylum now
From the abyss, they run, hopping homeBy zef art/ Shutterstock Shedding blood boosts the stench
The whim of nations’ jingo grudge
Beckoning bombs, they pop the crowd
Wither justice, smother humanHad you the food or the fray
Listen to the sky, thunder pain
Hide not the sun but your gun.-Jerin George
Last Updated on by Steffy Michael
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