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The Plea

Oh God! I cannot see anymore graves.
Show me something else, good and joyous.

A short film, where a narrator speaks and nobody voices, but the facial emotions and camera work shows the dialogue- almost strange and dreamlike how this poem works to make this. It is a story of conflict between 2 clans- lost honour, and impossible guests.