The
green grass
In
the morning
In
the day
In
the night
Only
when dry weather
There
are patches of brown
Coming
out into the season
The
green grass never pulls away
They
are in it together
Caring
each part with hope and pray
The
rain will come
God
is watching whole day
The
animals will wait
The
day turns into month
When
the grass is full grown
It
is joyful time
Do
we miss something?
The
political cronies seem to forget
They
are the green forgetting the brown
They
think the land belong to them
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