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The sun sailed to the west,
Straight into its nest.

A dreary and gloomy night,
appeared in my sight.

Running through my blood was fright,
of the daunting fight that lay a sight.

My heart tremble,
as I watch neighbours huddle.

I was puzzled,
Why this battle?

Why should countrymen die of hunger?
I ponder

I wounder
Why people should suffer.

In the darkness of the hollow of my couch,
with a pillow on my harrowed chest,

And a deluge of tears.
I asked the question with fear,

Why this Nightfall
that may never catch the glimpse,
of the morning star?