First, I count on the love of your land and parents not on your hatred of the strangers to make this country yours !

well for the possession of these lands
I don't want you to oppose your hatred
but your love
if your children are loving less this land
than your parents
shall this land belong still to you?



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Written on 2024-08-17 at 08:35

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
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2024-08-17


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A conundrum if ever there was one. As an Expat I can tell you that the land in which I live has many pleasing aspects. Yet, the green green grass of my homeland will forever be loved. It contains the ashes and bones of my forefathers for a start, and they have laboured hard and long enduring the slings and arrows of central government and the 'ruling classes'. Perhaps I was one who escaped. Blessings, Allen
2024-08-17