Lamentation Of A Nation - Poem by Tess Rockenstire
I have a dream…
A dream of resurrection
A nation divided
Will unite the south
And the north ends.
Come and see the youth,
The young and old
With incense in their hands,
Bringing offering to their nation.
Collectively they chant
In prayers for the rain to come,
So much pain, suffering, and division.
Hear the far cry of your people
We need mending from devastation.
You in the pedestal
From your crowning glory,
Hear the voice of your people
So much hurt and pain we cry…
Free our people from suffering.
Heavens will tear down
The palace you built
And bring you down
And kiss the earth.
You will eat the dust of your feet.
Save us from our leaders
Govern thy land with
Your loving hands.
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