The Lost Souls in Darfur

July 1, 2013

Shall I die today?

Can I live till tomorrow?

Will death come early?

Blood running down my head.

I lay there dead in my bed.

But I will find the light again.

Run with me.

Become free.

You will find see the light again.

Health is not PRIVILEGED.

But is it me to believe in it.

I shall a sick but, happy man.

"Never Again"

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