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<pre class="wp-block-verse">I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago<br> When life was free for every one of us, both young and old<br> When hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival technique<br> And death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic<br> <br> When our young ones were free to go to school, grow up and become men who’ll rule<br> And the dead sons of our land weren’t having their cadavers along the road-path<br> When our daughters were whole to be married<br> And not hampered like now as they have to be carried<br> <br> I’ll look back on the time happiness was never far from our sides<br> And joy wasn’t gotten from seeing our enemies die<br> I’ll look back on the building up front<br> With so many moments had therein, good and bad, all that we hold fond<br> <br> I’ll remember that fahir was in us too<br> But now, as soon as the day brings itself new<br> I’ll see that the brother I’ve had my whole life is gone<br> To his end of time at the mercy of a sniper’s shot<br> <br> I’ll go to the death-counter, and see another sun’s been decimated<br> And another light has just been put off<br> All for what?<br> The land,<br> Power,<br> Money,<br> Or religion?<br> <br> Another 12-Year’ld has just been laid to rest<br> With his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest,<br> Promised her “I will grow up, become a feared militant and put the wars to an end”<br> But, he has just been pushed off of earth<br> <br> We had holidays<br> Now only morning days<br> Yet as the dust fills our faces<br> We’ll hold on to our faith<br> <br> For someday, we shall all together, say<br> “It was all yesterday”<br> So for this, I’ll always remember us this way!<br></pre>



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REMEMBER US THIS WAY (a poem by Emmiasky Ojex)
