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People Of The Blessed Land

People Of The Blessed Land

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The blessed people lived

In a bountiful land,

A fish-shaped land

Hallowed by the sea

And generous peaks,

With plentiful rivers,

A treasure of green

And rain, blissful rain!

 

Half of the people

Owed it to god

While the rest trusted in

The power of people,

So blessed they felt

They all agreed

It as a land of gods;

So blessed they felt

They grew rich and happy

And marched onward

But forgot their blessing.

 

The sea frowned at them

And sent forth her clouds,

It rained

And they walked in it

To wash away their sweat;

It rained again

Steadily now,

And they brought out their umbrellas;

It rained again

With furrowed brow this time,

They smiled and went on with their lives;

It rained again

Harder this time,

They smiled and splashed to work;

It rained again

With purpose now,

They laughed and raced boats in the streets;

They laughed and still did not remember.

 

They laughed and said,

We have tamed the rivers

And walled them in,

We have tamed the forests

And our gods live in the hills,

We have tamed the land

And our crops are gold,

We have bridges and boats

And our homes are brick and mortar;

The sea is our mother,

She will swallow anything

We throw out and

You throw at us,

And they laughed

And went back to work.

 

The rain called her allies

And went to her mountains

Where their first-born

River and forest grow,

She called and they came;

It rained then,

It rained and rained

From the sea to the mountains;

Thunder lent the rivers his hammer

The mountains gave them his might

The clouds became their darkness

And the sea filled them with her rage;

 

Down came the rivers,

The forests parted to

Let them pass

And then trampled their roads;

Down came the rivers,

Red and rocky with rage

Drowning their shrines,

Burying their green;

Down came the rivers

Smashing the walls that hemmed them in

Bursting the banks that they chose to keep

Cutting through their paper houses

And stacks of silly towns;

It rained and rained

Till the once blessed people

Called upon the sea,

But she only howled,

Swollen with fury

And blew them a swirling gust;

 

It rained and rained

Till each mountain was an island

Till each city was mud

Till their bridges swam

Till their boats climbed trees

Till they were wet to their bones

Till they no longer laughed

Till they fell to their knees

And remembered

That they once were blessed;

And the sea said,

It's time to learn

To walk in the rain again


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