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The brow of the earth is dry and cracked,
Her bosom the heat has racked,
The sky will not even cry her tears,
Drought always comes to be our fears.
We of the rain band cannot pray,
Hearts too heavy every day,
The murder of our own, no cause
Raised their fist to both race's laws
The fires have burned across the land
Shirk you not His love for the rain band
Simple, quiet, gentle, loving, of laughter
Wish only of happy hunting here after.
And you who were kind to our trials;
Because you too knew of sorrows miles.
Your bringing us of hunted game;
Shared with us just the same.
Rest you now in mother's arms,
Safe you are from all harms.
Sleep in bravery as you did live
Not holding but always to give
Your age a will o the wisp,
Would that death could have kist
So that we would never have missed
Not a sad memory of 2000 mist. |
