Lonely Bull Poem by John Shea

Go count the udders
The children and mothers
Who suckled the crying newborn

Go talk to the elders
Who sought naught but shelter
From the light from servants unknown

Lonely dark nights
And big city lights
Surround me

Life will astound
Both the young and the proud
Give heed to the ocean's white foam

Born in Atlantis
Meaner than a Preying Mantis
My country will always be home

Give me liberty
Give me death

I love this country
Until my dying breath


Shea