Patriotism
The coral crumbles, and paradise is overthrown in sand
And they pour the children into it like water upon tongues
What the breeze blows in my eyes cannot blind my tears
Your captains do not know the shoals like me, I dreamed awake
Among the reefs, before the breakers plundered everything
I long now to hold your rudder, but time has rot the ropey ladder
Night and day, high tides and low, I sob to mount the slippery deck
Where the tropic spray may slap may face and brace me to the plank
Until I dock the fairest ship in history's fairest weather
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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