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Slum
In my village, herdsmen wield guns and erase lives
their cattle crush the fields
and the blood in their eyes force farmers into camps,
where they count grief on strands of prayer.
The camp becomes a slum
and we learn to beg under the sun
swapping tales of strength
for chants of survival
In my mother’s village, it happens again—
herders invade, fields burn, and another slum rises.