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When we are gone
When we are gone,
it's too late to speak,
the work is done,
the bodies lay cold with dust,
none cared to touch,
a man tall and weak
stood and spoke,
"we ain't dust to
be rubbed off.
we are not orphan,
for we have,Divine care.
We are not just a container,
to fill your shoddy words,
we can fill a room with our noise,
you people, wait for I repeat,
wait,"when we are gone this lands
won't stay with you,
the water won't survive you,
the fire won't warm you,
the air won't fill you,
for you,have slayed these
unseen children of God,
who you think,can't be
seen by him."
© Chinmayee R
it's too late to speak,
the work is done,
the bodies lay cold with dust,
none cared to touch,
a man tall and weak
stood and spoke,
"we ain't dust to
be rubbed off.
we are not orphan,
for we have,Divine care.
We are not just a container,
to fill your shoddy words,
we can fill a room with our noise,
you people, wait for I repeat,
wait,"when we are gone this lands
won't stay with you,
the water won't survive you,
the fire won't warm you,
the air won't fill you,
for you,have slayed these
unseen children of God,
who you think,can't be
seen by him."
© Chinmayee R
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