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Cry the beloved country

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A silence falls upon them all. This is no time to talk about the beauty of any country. Sadness and fear and hate,how they rise up in heart and mind!
Cry for the broken tribe, for the law and custom that is gone.And Cry for the man who is dead,for the woman and children who have lost him.
Cry,the beloved country,these things are not yet at an end.The sun pours down on the earth,on the lovely landthat man cannot enjoy.
He knows only the fear of his heart
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  1. kiz_paws's Avatar
    I never welcomed you to the land of the LitNet Blogs, yet, Farnoosh, so a warm welcome to you now! Is this entry a portion of something that you are writing, or is it a quote from something you have read? Hope school is going great for you, Kizzo
  2. farnoosh's Avatar
    hi,kizzo.and thank you for your comment Im so glad that you have read my entry.this qnote is from a book i have read from Alan Platon (i hope i said it right) and yet school is not open until 1 week later !!!!Im so excited!!!!!