Sunday, November 22, 2020

On the Occasion of the Seventy-Seventh Independence Day...

 

Another year, another lie,

The phoenix has still yet to fly,

The people starve and babies die,

Our leaders look down from on high.


77 times and yet,

Our freedom seems so hard to get.

We fight and shout and cry and fret,

But please be strong and don't forget,


That once upon a time we sailed

And braved the winds we always hailed

We conquered lands and never paled

Do we accept that we have failed?


The cedar flies high overhead,

We know the phoenix is not dead...




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