Nursing a Nation
Although we ne'er lived in the days
When the chalky chaps tread our lands
And our generation is not of those
Whose culture was stolen under their noses
Nor is it of those
Who saw the Nation in all its glory
But we,
Who only read but never saw the pompous pinkies
Are left with only a part of the story,
To nurture a baby which when small was strong,
But now finally big is weak
Eons on, we'll hold to our dreams of tomorrow
As we sing and say - we shall succeed, we shall thrive
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.
