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I’ve seen devastation
I see it in his eyes
That are swelled and puffed
From the wells long dried.

I’ve seen devastation
Illuminating the gait
Of a shadow of a man
Who ponders his fate.

I’ve seen devastation
On his stained frozen cheek
On a face that has aged
A decade this week.

I’ve seen devastation
And it’s predilection to kill
The soul and the spirit
The hope and…