Don't sleep cariad fach,
the goodgly sons and daughters
are racing to your whispers
even when darkness grips
the cold shard of night.
Yn disgwyl arno ti.
Do not sleep dear Wales,
fall not to despair and anger
and lift the light of Hope
to find our babe,
lead her home to Mami.
are mere
Entries from the 1998 ~ 2005 diaries of poet Steven Francis. Might sting some but nothing is fabricated or exaggerated.
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