The
rain fall
The
tears seep from the stones
Dripping
to the dry grass
Giving
it a gift of life
The
small patch of grass
Hidden
beneath the stones
Slowly
it springs into life
As
green shoots sprouting high
Nature
works her magic
She
doesn't take days to finish
Once
there is an opportunity
She
uses it perfectly
But
we can't say
Of
a certain ruler of a State
The
crisis seems to linger
Acting
beyond the Constitution
The
perception is wrong
Staying
above politics he forgets
He
seems to meddle in politics
When
the Constitution forbids
Now
the rain has fallen
Time
for the harvest of the green
It
can't be waiting for a call
The
opportunity will be gone
The
decision must be quick
It
takes too long to make it happen
Once
opportunity delays
The
remembrance will not be forgotten
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