The gods of the heavens,
both day and night,
each had twelve,
their children of plight.
Though separate are they,
the two are one,
the thunderous sky,
and blazing sun.
They came together,
in months and years,
gave birth to all,
with hope and fear.
Birthed was I,
the two in one,
two hops ‘fore centenary,
o’ freedom hard-won.
~ elr
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