When you realise
When you realise that
The dark eyed child, dying in an earthquake
The child and waiting vulture
The dying man carried by his children
The children burning on infernos
Or matcheted by the Fulanis
All wailed and cried
When you realise
That the orphans going to bed hungry
Or going to bed raped
And having the lost helpless look in their eyes
All looked to heaven and wailed
When you realise
That cries of pain
And the sisypean loop of tragedy and success
Never end
You know that in the end, the truly pure are
The truly forsaken
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