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GOD’S TEAR
[What’s the rarest drop?] If I were a mere rain drop What would have been my choice? In my being a unique One I would so rejoice. The type that is commonest Rises up from the sea, So that no salt any more, She may suffer or see. The type that is less common, Rises up from rivers, To save from pollution her Purity that was hers. The type that’s quite rare is born During a lightning storm; Hydrogen and oxygen Mix and a droplet form. But the rarest of all is A tear from God’s own eye, When He sees His commandments Given a swift go by. His tear I would, better, be, And fall on dear George Bush, Inducing him to withdraw, Unholy Iraq push. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format • Written initially as entry 399532 in the book book “WAR POETRY--award winner", "WAR POETRY--award winner" M C Gupta 15 January 2006
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