Unfinished 20

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Unfinished Poems

One by one

They marched along

Through the torrent hell



"Flee your homes

Go not alone

Take your families away"



The rain fell hard

On their journey far

Yet surrender they would not



Freedom Strong

You drive them along

Your call is too, too precious



Their clothes were drenched

Their hands were clenched

This call they would not abandon

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