A perfect time to sit and reflect:
No motherland ever sought this height?
Our countryside lost, and gained respect
And set the “future lens” to a new sight.
Count back, look ahead 1970 for
Familiar history will ease her,
Come together, celebrate, cooperate, achieve
“Excuse me,” “thank you,” “please sir.”
Forgotten have we about our purpose
As people fight, collecting air,
Jesus died not to hurt us
Leaving all the world for his heir.
“Excuse me,” “thank you,” “please sir,”
Compromise will ease her
If love is now a teaser…?
Have a Happy Easter!
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