Alexander, once great conqueror king
Sent out his sword for others’ end
Yet it came back to finish him
The way you start is the way you end
Britain subdued others on their soil
Only to greet those others on her own soil
With hands receiving her ill gotten spoil
The way you start is the way you end
Peoples enslaved, stolen freedom, dreams, labor
Families scattered like so much dust
This land facing truth it must
Ill-gotten gains can only rust
The way you start is the way you end
Children wanting freedom to be
Yet loaded with baggage of history
Dreams amputated by selfish progenitors
Who sneer at their own progeny
Repeating the cycle of ignominy
The way you start is the way you end
Love showered drenched spirits
Return given love to the seen and to be seen
Laughing, smiling, crying together
With those coming, passing and leaving
In love with the forever now
The way you start is the way you end.
April 6,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem