simplemind
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- Apr 10, 2009
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In this country;
In this air;
Where these trees grow;
Where clear air flows
Before, behind, above
And through the throat,
Flows a cool and crystal stream
To where the milk white domes
In an all-embracing curve
In this country,
In this air,
Where these trees grow
Poised and moving
As a flame intruding
Projects through rings of
encircling dark,
Where sweet air flows,
And the slim trees grow,
In this country Festers hate in
fetid wounds
Infection floats on fluid air
Anger roars in the placid night And the dark is drizzled
with our tears.
Stubborn Hope - Dennis Brutus
In this air;
Where these trees grow;
Where clear air flows
Before, behind, above
And through the throat,
Flows a cool and crystal stream
To where the milk white domes
In an all-embracing curve
In this country,
In this air,
Where these trees grow
Poised and moving
As a flame intruding
Projects through rings of
encircling dark,
Where sweet air flows,
And the slim trees grow,
In this country Festers hate in
fetid wounds
Infection floats on fluid air
Anger roars in the placid night And the dark is drizzled
with our tears.
Stubborn Hope - Dennis Brutus
