I will not fight, I will not stand
For border, nor for any land
I need not know, am not concerned
Your place of birth or language learned
Too many wars are fought, too many die
Over province, pride, triumphal lie
I will not guard, I will not bar
The stranger landed from afar
They need a home, and wish to settle
Want to work, to show their metal
We can only profit...
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:06 pm
Beyond Hills. Plains. Mountain's peaks.
Across far horizons.
Is where I'm from.
Distant. In time and space.
Safety-craving yearns memory.
Inspires trance-thought flashback.
Filled with heart-sing reminiscence-provoking sights, sounds - the scent of security.
Monday 1st May 2017 10:05 am