He Fell
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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He fell
All torn
All blood
First moved
Moved slow
Then ceased
A withered field
Now seeping blood
Corpses and cadavers
A brown of red
Thousands lay there
Not all in wholes
Dullness of thought
Bleak drear of clouds
Waning of day
Screaming of wraiths
The Earth feels sad
Today!
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