They came on foot over rough terrain
Mud flats, mountains, icy paths, torrential rains
Freezing winds blowing with no one to blame
The soles of their feet, whole bodies in pain

Little to eat as the journey ensued
The children cried, they had so much to lose
The elders yelled infanticide

Mothers cringed
Why must they die?
So a feast of necessity kept some alive
A new world was born as the children cried

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