Cry, the beloved country.... Part 2

Millennials In a Room...

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let HER not love the earth too deeply. Let HER not laugh too gladly when the water runs through HER fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let HER not be too moved when the birds of HER land are singing, nor give too much of HER heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob HER of all if SHE gives too much