JUSTICE CHIKANDAMINA: Chasing December

JUSTICE CHIKANDAMINA: Chasing December: Chasing December I have said good by to my November It let me shivering Lost only to be found In memoirs of Normandy Trenches ...

Chasing December

Chasing December
I have said good by to my November
It let me shivering
Lost only to be found
In memoirs of Normandy
Trenches
Never to be forgotten
With pungent smells
Of souls uprooted
Before time...
The world became darkened
Lost its pulse
Never again to re-emerge
From circles
Of thirst men
Ready to spill bloody
For queen or country
Brothers
Killing sisters
Never to retrace the path
Littered with gold
Heaven knocks
Nobody hears
Take heed the season is now
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