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Yesterday, I woke up here
Today, I wake up here
Tugging at my sagging tummy
Listening to the old tune, asking myself,
Will it be the same, this time tomorrow?
When they came
You said they would go
You said they were insects
You laughed at them
You said they would not be here this time today.
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Today, their thunderous guns rock us to sleep
The burning camps soothe our chopped lips and noses
Crying babies rest their lips on nipples breasts.
You still blow on our wounds
Like a rat and its prey
You gave them days, we waited.
Months
Now it’ s years
We wait,
Will it be the same this time tomorrow?
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