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Old 12-25-04, 05:32 PM   #5
Acuity
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The Rain

It's been years since something was growing, no rains, no crops showing
Hard work unreflected, we're rewarded with land by God that is neglected
Our families are dieing of starvation, and despite many international donations
And our every frustration, nothing wants to grow on our plantations
So day-by-day one more dies of malnutrition, its a terrifying daily position
Awaking to see your kids rib-cage, because his skin hangs off him like he got the plague
Burying many before they come of age, disease florishes, 15per day die of AIDS
Fuck aid, governement keeps it, they living large cos they getting paid
Our only desire is a drip of rain, we aint needing another Oxfam campaign
From rain we have so much to gain, pre-domiantly the growth of our sugar cane
If we grew our own food, it would spark change, simultaneously lift the mood
It would break the cylical cycle of poverty, decrease our dependance, eleviate disease
Give us the means, to be self-sufficient and feed, our own and buy farming machines
If the rain came and then it was over, afterwards the sun would begin to glow
Buds would shoot, water would flow, and our crops would start to grow
Amazing the power of nature and the skies, its imerciful and knows not of compromise
What do I have to do to feel and trace, rain trickle down the contours of my face
Its cool liquitious form, refreshing the soul, land, allowing things to be reborn
Ressurecting us with its warmth, riches falling from the sky in a metaphorical silver storm
Often asked why we don't sever our ties, leave this land, say our goodbyes
But this outr place of origin,to leave, in the eyes of our ancestors is a sin
Moreover we settled here, its peaceful, secluded, nothing to trouble the ear
It is where we belong, and we will stay here until the very last one of us is gone
Sitting, dreaming of rains to come, and patter on the ground like a snare drum
Looking towards the sky, praying it'll quench this baron land that is dry
Hoping for the clouds to bestow ,their essential contents with us below
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