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The Truth

Here nut was raised to worship;
gods and ancestors of our home land,
dog was laid to slaughter;
to appeal gods of rain and light
ancestors of our home land;
here and there they like to be

Men and women in black and red;
pray for rain to drop and fall
in hunger they cried and tear;

yet rain refuse to fall
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The Truth
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: god
Mick Milton 06 March 2018

Lovely lyrics great work

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From here i can tell, this is becoming more true

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Scott Winkler 27 February 2018

I do go to church every sunday,so what else can i do to please him

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its time to declear the truth

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Akhtar Jawad 02 May 2018

The more we pray the more it rain God of heaven accept our prayer not the gods of sea and that of light. A beautiful poem.

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Thank you all

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Leoh G Best 06 March 2018

Good write-up

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Rakesh Karolil 06 March 2018


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Stefano Capasso 06 March 2018

Abideen am realy impressed with your poems

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