Turbid waters, running deep
Lives interrupted; mothers weep.
Death, destruction and despair,
Hope has died, everywhere.
Lives undone, families are torn
Nothing is left for the new ones born.
Desolation, heat, and hollowed plain
Fiery storms come, again and again.
Trees and verdant pastures do implore,
Please, dear God, my hope, restore.
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