Humane: Hardknock
Damian Semwayo
If the sun’s scorching blaze,
Reduces my flesh to dust’s embrace.
If raindrops fall,
And cleanse my soul in river’s haul.
If the world’s harsh bite,
Devours my soul with relentless might.
Who will lend a caring ear,
To the depths of my despair?
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