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Sunday, August 29, 2004

The exodus




The exodus commenced.
There was no room for hope.
So they left.

Some chose to stay back,
Foolish beings.
Nothing will be left of them.
Not a trace.
Nor a tear dropped over their extinction.

The thunder grew ever so louder.

What made them stay back?

The trees are gone.
The lakes and rivers lie dead.
The soil weeps red tears.
Yet they remained.
The fools.
Knowing they stood not a chance.
Knowing there could be just one ending.
Hats off, to you,
Brave fools.

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