The Liberator comes, beloved,
when patience has worn thin,
to sit with farmers waiting,
waiting – endlessly waiting –
as clouds roll by not sharing
their load,
as fields fly by on the wind,
relentless,
as sheep and cattle, horses and chooks
pant with thirst
and we
pant with thirst
Liberation comes – will come –
must come – and as we wait,
the Liberator comes, beloved,
is with us
is with us
is with us
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