Orphan


What leads to their plundering?
Without a care they leave me hungering.
They storm our village.
Continuously they pillage!

They think they can leave us crushed?
With no regret they leave us in dust.
To sort out the aftermath of their invasion,
That's the definition of our location.

You complain about you iPhone dying
While on the ground my people are lying.
At night we say our prayers.
I guess each culture has their cares.

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