You who want your country back
waving little Union Jacks,
tenant now this plot of earth
by the accident of birth.
Greatness never yet was gained
spurning those whose need is great
spurred on by a creed of hate
spread by those with evil aims.
Nature will not take your side
when you shout ‘get off my land!”
-lines you draw upon the sand
washed out by the rising tide.
a poem for National Poetry Day. The theme this year is 'messages'. I think the poem may need a last verse, but it was breakfast time...
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