The night was cold and chilly ,

and the stars bright and twinkly,

Both the young and old cuddled at the fireplace,

waiting patiently for their breakthrough,

To them they had no home,

only had each other to call their own,

they toiled the land and got a meal,

as they indeed waited for their breakthrough,

They cry to the Deity,

That He may provide plenty,

They sought for help only to find none,

So they wait patiently for their Breakthrough,

Baraka, was her name,

She sought justice which brought fame,

Her people rejoiced for their new dawn,

Alas, breakthrough was their answered prayer,

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