The crops that were set ablaze
Graduated as the main cause of weakness
Debilitated our battalions, the bow and arrow boys,
Food was sporadic on their tables hence adversity
Inequality between the armaments was sufficient
Enough to let down our defenders.
Famine was the opener of demise's gate
It was the worst shot, hotter than the bullets themselves,
Finished a portion of the fighters on behalf of the battle.
STEPHANIE APILA
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