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Raping of That Virgin Drop of Rain
So pristine each drop wrapped tenderly by clouds as air into water processed. Why a diamond shaped of natures play or of gravity earth awaits, greedily life yearned for its fall from grace. Longing for its purity Man restless, salivating for the angelic virgin to descend. Unspoiled, unsoiled, sweetness itself only God can create, a gift free not for man alone but every living thing with desires to quench. Alas! the greed in you and I, it was a gift...free. Reached we have, into the space of angels, we bastardised the very food of our souls for can our thirst be quenched by oil or gold? Answer ye to God when our time is done. A virgin so pure God sent for our pains to endure. Slashed, burnt smoke of 'acid' we returned. Legacy left we are sure, but the poser imminent when facing our Procurer; were we party to the deflowering, the raping of that virgin drop of rain? T M Ioane (April, 2014)
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