ash1794Patriot Forever
I wrote this last year when I was um… high on India!
People tell me that my country is nowhere.And it ain’t getting anywhere.Are you being ignorant or simply blind,It Burns my blood and raises my painfor I never heard a lie so plain.
living in a country anywhere else you wouldn’t find.In fifty years it rose from dreaded fall.It might be hurt but it never crawls.
Wounded we were left there to rot,with no help emerged for a fog a small fog.Never did it ask them to repair the damage they did.But extended a hand in peace before every other kid.
As modern as any other yet traditional in their ways.Competing in a never ending race.The people are too many though and a country so small.We see our kinda people behind anything that’s tall.
And food so lovely that waters your mouth,which is completely different from north to south.Varied by culture and divided by language.It never stopped us from uniting despite the rage.
A thousand different ways will this country be described,all the truth as clear as in a child.I love my country I really do.For a country so unique you will never find, true.
Lady Narrator18th September 2010
