On the shore-of Tunis
The speeding tides landed whites
But ebb'd back red
Its once glorious sands
The devil's staff left its prints
Our loved siblings fell
Back home as we wait
For a postcard we hoped for,
Royal eagle came
Carried you in flags
Lifeless, breathless and soulless
It brakes all senses
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