I swore,
I swore.
Never to shed a tear
Seeing a crying baby
Feeling the still body of a mother.
I swore,
I swore.
Never to alarm my conscience
Seeing a rape
Rape of unknown virgin.
But today,
The day I was borne,
I can’t swear again
“The days I left behind,
To my unjust humanity”.
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