South African Sky Is the Limitless Limit
I
At dawn, this sky is superior to America
Creator-Painter has a palette and more
With Colors, Flavors, Rulers, Mixes galore
Some fold over swaths of cloud, other days
We see a billion sheep, none, or Blue and One
At dawn, dark and lightening pink shocks beauty awake
II
Unlike America's congested skies, these are pristine
Stargazers know our skies well; they come often
And though smaller in size, proportion, creativity, we can
Be real as American genius (Elon Musk is 1; Trevor Noah 2)
Now we have democracy, may we be led by Jesus and wishes
From well-wishers like you: Build another real PLESANT America
In South Africa. The sky is the limit, or heaven. Yes leaven
is the Sin Metaphor Jesus deployed: We must overcome as one
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