He built a house

A beautiful home

He filled it with people

So he was never alone

But he built his home on mud

They were happy for years 

Were the envy of their peers

And they survived

Through blood, sweat 

And tears 

But sadly, he built his home on mud

When the floods arrived 

All were deprived

His home washed away

No one survived 

Oh God!

His life! His Family!

His blood!

Why did he build it on mud?

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