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Children

Children are the coming blood
that will water with blood our fields.
 
Children are the heavy hearts
that beat upon soft hearts.
 
Children are the needed hand
to obstruct the wound and attack with laurels
the wandering future.
 
Kids are those green shores
of our dry rivers.
 
Children are tomorrow, and in my village ...
there are so few children!
 
Rafa Dedi
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