P. L. Hunter
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We are confused heartsore bloodied and raw
We reel like drunkards who cannot drink any more
But you Domoina hissed and spat gorged yourself full
You reared and charged like a big angry bull
You rose and rose till your water covered our land
Then being replete, you belched out the sand
Frail bodies now dead. Families torn apart
You wretch Domoina, you went for our heart
Cattle are missing much damage to our cane
You Domoina have caused us this pain
What costs Domoina who pays your bill?
We're paying Domoina and paying still
But the flood...