A Poem - Love of Country
My country, better right than wrong.
I love my country. Yes I do. Its flag of red, white, and blue, It's flowing streams and mountains, too. It's lively folks, things children do, day in, day out and nighttime too. Your country too, I'm sure you love Its flag, its folks, its faith from above. We both share the symbol: the peace emblem, the white dove. How is it some push us to war with a shove? Somehow it is lost in the heart-wrenching cost, that what matters is people, not flags flying high, not symbols of gravestones. It's people who die. It's dreams defeated, not schemes loudly bleated. We both dream of the best that is in us. They won't get that even if they win us. Conquerors come. Conquerors go, as surely as springtime follows the snow. They don't leave us so much the better, for all of their pomp, their stomp, and their fetters. How long must we rise against one another? If the choice were mine, you are my brother. Your kids are my kids to protect, if alone. Your bone my bone so we cast not a stone. Great ones have taught us to love one another. We revere them still, no whisper from them that we are all meant to kill. It seems so plain, but why can't we see there's beauty for all, for you and for me. Under both of our flags the laws still exist which punish for murder, so can't we resist the fomented angers, those loud calls "To arms!" Its those who divide us who cause such harms. Their weapons will rust, the blood disappear. A new shout we make must sound on their ear: The world's children, yours and mine, should all grow to manhood, old age, and decline. Not shattered and torn for angers unchecked. Let our two flags stand first for respect. If graves were the prize and glory the reward, we have them already, no need for a sword. Yet still we see it, north-south, east-west, those struggles for prowess which still never rest. The few kill the many by boast and cruel jest. Forgetting too quickly with power in their hands that music is for lullabys, not military bands. We are but just two, you and I, proud citizens of our countries, beneath the same sky. My wish for you is the same as for me: Let the world end its struggles, that we all may be free. __________
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