John G. Nelson
My Country At War
My country is at war, she rots,
Our hearts wail, many woes & sins,
The sadness that sat with us & wept,
& the Sorrows that held us captives,
Our hearts burned, sore with fears.
When did we shivered, with pains,
Shame that bends our heads in dirt?
We once dance like our forefathers,