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The dove
Wailing and loud lamentations,
Weeping for her children,
For she refused to be consoled,
Because they were no more,
Behind the eyes,
And mind ranging,
Wildly as a strayed cow,
The voice strong and steady,
But with tears and,
Sharp pent-up feeling.
Mr. I.B. Musa · 1993
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 8 February 1993, p. 36. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation verified against the archived page.