Hear Yea my plea;
We need to stop crying under the rain
It was the same rain that brought cold
"Let's save the fishes from cold" they said
So, they brought out the fishes from the cold water
They placed the fishes close to fire
Yes! The fishes became warm
No! They became hot and then hurt
They never live to tell the story
We need to stop crying under the rain
Let's weep under the sun instead
For they now rust humans like corn
Who will hear the plight of the people in Plateau?
©thatpoet
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