In This Green Land

In this green land, We do not breathe Oxygen, We breathe fear for we do not know where and when the next bomb or shot will fall, In this green land, We do not speak the language of love, It's ethnic hatred that oozes from our mouths, We hide like Chameleons, for we do not know when ethnic differences will snatch a soul away, We are not one, but we can be one, We can allow peace to spread like a sea over a shore, We can choose to speak the language of love and honour, Consider the flowers before streams; they differ yet unified in beauty, Consider the human body; it stands despite its parts and duties, Consider the universe; it's vast, varies in function yet together like ants, Come, compatriot, come! Come, gather the fragments of ethnic differences and knit them together, Come, let's hold our coloured hands in unity and replace this country's grief with Glory, Come, let's purge corruption, uproot colonialism's whip and harvest peace, Come, let's uphold this flag and refuse the labours of our heroes past from being past, Come, compatriots, come! Come, let's green this green and whiten this white Come, let's replace these wreaths of thorns, with joy, for diversity isn't a road to disunity but unity in uniqueness. August 12th, 2022 FOR A 'STRONG EMOTIONS POETRY CONTEST BY : EMILE PINET Emotions: Fear, Despair, and Hope