Your Country

This is not my country

It recognizes nothing that is me

Not where I rose, or tread

Or will lay my head, eventually

Not those made my future their cause

Or bowed and scraped to open doors

Those who lifted, cheered and sustained

What was lost, fought for, regained

Played the ill game, with skill

Now paying for it still

Whilst drowning in issues unresolved

Your country, itself absolved

SP