What does love of country mean?
Is it fondness for the place where you were born
And you know what for you is the norm
When you have been away
And you sight it first again and want to stay
In the past we have fought for it
With our lives laid down to fit
Going to their graves today
Placing soul or burning gum leaves in our way
Perhaps it includes the clothes you wear
A kilt, a slouch hat or cowboy boots seem fair
When you parade in this dress as proudly seen
Marching to your music as loudly as it's ever been
As the years have gone by
Now it seems to some other things now fly
Such as religion or ethic group
Where you can find this as your low hanging fruit.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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