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Dec 2014
The rain falls hard and heavy against my window pane
A drumming beat that echoes in my mind
Each droplet is a heartbeat
Each clash of thunder, a scream
The heavens are awake and they are angry
Let the rains come
Let the flood drown this town
And sweep the corrupt from their homes
And rock the broken in their waves
Let the heavens open and the storm surge
Feel the drums, the power
We are angry
The world is angry
All power to the people.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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