17 November 2010

Every time we think of whatever

Every time you make us
think of motherland
of the ones who laid lives
lament how it should have been
dream how it can be
celebrate the
It rains
It floods
Up to our knees
runs muddy water streams

Every time the heavens weep
when it floods up to our knees
my be we should
think of
the whatever

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