I look upon the face of our nation
The creases of strife and hatred etched as stone
I look in to the eyes of damnation
The years of a democracy perhaps overthrown
I look for the spirit of liberation
The pain of the hopeless is ours to atone
I look upon the face of our nation
The creases of strife and hatred etched as stone
I look in to the eyes of damnation
The years of a democracy perhaps overthrown
I look for the spirit of liberation
The pain of the hopeless is ours to atone
I LOVE this poem. Short but containing such a deep message. Thankyou
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I shared the poem for its depth. Thanks!
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