My Land - Poem by Herbert Dry
My beloved land divided by hands of deceit, hearts of man corrupted
by unquenchable thirst for power and wealth, the common man counted as naught cast aside.
Yet upon the shoulders of the common people were you formed, you were nurtured by sweat and blood you became a light for the stranger, from distant lands they came to be a part of a great land.
Now o' land you are as the homeless that live on the streets of disrepair you cry for justice for the common people yet they are cast
aside like rags removed from festering sores
Justice lies in the streets, injustice reigns in high places there is no mercy for the widow or her children, the corrupt stand at the altar of self offering praise to themselves.
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