Open Poetry #25 |
nation |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
To my nation, of whom I greatly adore. Here we are, in a nation, at war. What will we become, in this world of disarray. I wander the streets to come, and rescue someone else whos gone astray. But yesterday, my nation. I cried out to you and My Lord, But there is only room for one nation. In my heart before I'm overboard. To my nation, bless our troops. To my nation, we will not lose. To my nation, Smile because Our Lord leave us Left here behind. To my nation, do not cry. I am here to bare down. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice expression of your thoughts...James |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Thank You James! |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
What does this poem mean? It had meaning when I wrote it, but it has been lost. I am clueless now to what triggered this. Love, |
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