You love your land
They love your land
Both for what it was
Both for what it must be
Differing only in details
So you speak to them now
Reading from their book
Their hearts open, minds open
Pockets open
Does it matter whence help comes
When you have so few friends?
To save the land, or to redeem it
You are fellow-travelers
Ignoring the reckoning
That must eventually come
Tuesday, March 15th, 2016
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March 15, 2016
From “VII. The Prophet” by Rafael Ys
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