To my country: A poem 

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If your palaces were besieged 

And conquerors struck you to your knees 

The epochs stung you worse than bees 

But resilience is no vagary to the breeze 

The yolks of history were a sea 

A deluge that was too mean 

But may their germ not give you the flu 

I know the cold is not meant for you 

Every little lamplight can be a beacon 

Every infant can rise to be a deacon 

The future clings to the tail of your coat 

The sky is earth where this vision floats 

And its song from the god with the flute 

will bring fortune, the season’s best fruit 

That your Himalayas will race to greet 

like children rushing for a treat 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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