... child... of a dying country...
… child… of a dying country…
… once… once the land was awash with pride…
sometimes almost optimism…
we had survived so much… done so much
… but fifty or sixty years later…
negligent and complacent…
suffering inadequates and incompetents…
to rule this once-peasant land
… we suffer… oh how we suffer…
once proud folk now have lost the will to live…
watching, waiting for the next lie… their next attempt to fool us
where… where was that wrong turning…
where did we go wrong?
© Peter Hunter 2012
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