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Children of a Bleeding Sky: To God
Almighty Emeritus
Relebogile Kgalane
Aye, behold, the Sky is bleeding
With thunderous cries it echoes, sending our prayers
back receding
Thunder that yields not rain, retaining a now
forgotten blessing
Our daily curse to squeeze from us a life of mock-
confessing
And why do you bleed, o Immortal Sky, Father of
the godly pantheon
When your priests have called our Mother Earth a
sacrilegious dungeon
Yet her wanton rivers quench our thirst since your
sweet rain is withheld
From her generous breast we greedily feed since
your love has us repelled
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