Losing a nation starts with losing its identity,
Changes, like minute sand blown by strong winds
Can unmake what had stood through a nation's history.
Some men lose their vision, lean on compromise.
When in pedestals of power, they can turn the tide
And crashing on the shores, their nation's demise.
What man could gamble his own country's soul,
Blend in that which never viewed his land with esteem?
Like rust erodes steel, it can never make it whole!
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~09.14.15
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