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Oh Lord I am so weary But I have tried my best Have tried to be worthy When you put me to the test But yesterday was special After all my terrible fears I stood there by the gate Fighting back my tears As the tribes came walking back Carrying the Shaman at their head Walking with quiet dignity Well ordered and well led Filtered silently to their quarters Just inside the neural fence Which I have since switched off Relying on their common sense Not to steal the water Not to steal the growing food And oh Lord I am so optimistic At their positive good mood They are working as I watch Helping when and where they can We will start to train them Every single woman and man We will give them ownership Make them understand The need to care and cherish This poor devastated land We are winning Lord we are winning Our work will surely grow With the help of or our good Lord This I truly know Amen Amen Vote for this poem
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