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POETRY
Words For My Country
A poem
You’ve got lost,
Stumbled and fell…
Slime touches you
Water drips, metal clangs,
Light angles across
Your face twists…
Lips tight in resolve
You shan’t stay down!
This is it, once great
Beacon upon the Hill
You were built protections
Sans sufficient, but
Guardrails will patch you
Up after you
Return to the Good
And Wholesome pursuit
Of Happiness
And Justice for All!
To the benefit of all
For life!
For love!
For liberty!
And Freedom!
You know these words
Of which I speak
For they are rooted
In the corner where you keep
Your spark locked away deep;
Push yourself up!
From the Slime
Do not tarry
For that which slithers
Give added cause
To be wary
Up to your knees first!
It’s a start — it still pumps
Your heart — kindness
To strangers, gentle
With the meek
Push yourself up!
This alley your answer
Does not keep,
Steady! Pull as you push,
Upsidaisy! Get your balance….
Now, when you’re good and able,
Walk your way back
To the leading role
In this fable
Of a shining
Beacon on the Hill
