@Bithan
My Land
My land is bleeding . My already dry land , with barley any harvest , now oozes blood from my heart . An explosion has dented the surface of my skin , scarring my beautiful people and chasing the clouds away. My streets are littered with my people - they lie there , reduced to dust and bone , some lifeless , some injured and even more helpless . Their cries can be heard from miles away but they fall on the deaf ears of our neighbours . The building are also croaking. They lean and lean . They are crumbling . Their legs are shaking , their foundation shattered, they threaten to fall . My heart aches. I am in pain . Sorrow eats at my soul. Helplessly , I must look on as my people go to war with a pandemic , a famine and an economic crisis on the battlefield that is my land .
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