How did I get here?
How did my streets turn red?
When did lives stop mattering?
I've been been asking these questions but yet no answer
There is blood on my streets
Darkness looms about me.
Children are crying because they can't see their loved ones no more
I look to the government for succor, yet none is forthcoming.
I cry
I wail
I weep
There is no Joy in me
I am Plateau!!
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