Page 11 - LOCKDOWN POETRY
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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
The Sky is bleeding, answers seem not to come from above
War is amongst us, blood from this unseen world a symbol of his love
Lack is king, the ensemble of groaning stomachs chorusing our hungry songs
Greed our prophet, virgin muses to him pledging to fill nocturnal streets with
thongs
O Mighty Sky, your flowing blood has led us to this mad apostasy
Blood from your unseen wound that has shattered an infantile fantasy
We as your children, Mighty Sky, cry because of this vision boldly told
For if our source bleeds till Tomorrow, Mighty Sky, then you're a lie of old
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