Multiplication
Never expect the loss of one life
To cease the cause of any strife
Nor will the quick demise of one
Close the book and all is done
For there are causes you can't kill
And through it all, they go on still
The blood they shed just multiplies
As many as stars are in the skies.
What message then will you send
Of your enemies, there is no end?
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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