COUNTRY HOME

As I watch the whirlwind pave into every corner,

Like dew

The picture of the past and future forge before me,like a powerful collage of masterpiece

I hear it in their whisper

"Take a deep breath"

Follow the path where the dust warms the heart.

My country dines on the table of terror,

And turmoil is a welcomed guest at our table.

The key is  forged from our many years of education,

And our burnt candles are only its alloy.

A story,

Branded on our young minds by loving parents,

And in the foundry of our lost society,

We forge spears of our own destruction.

These politicians come,and upon their lips we can taste hatred,

Hatred unspoken,hatred for us their country men.

Our nationality is a story not ours to write,

But we bear in our hearts a chisel,

A chisel to carve out an identity in this earthen pot of unity.

Humbly let's cluster our heart in a dream,

A dream if change, and one day we will awake into a day

For this day will only be our path,

Our path to true patriotism.

PoetRuth

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