Fatherland
FATHER LAND
Think not to impress her with cheap words,
nor with tactics of a teenage boy,
hoping to see the conquest of a glamazon.
To sniff her fragrance,
is to break through an army.
nothing but a feat of derring-do.
Formed in the fiercest of fire,
she is emerging,
from the merry-go-round.
Only the qualified,
pilots her affairs henceforth.
the gloves are coming off.
To serve is to love, nurture and teach.
peace, transparency and justice,
marinaded in one bowl.
Great lofty heights she demands,
in love, truth and honesty.
She is my country.
Standing confidently optimistic.
no more mendacious tales,
no more sour taste.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
