(A poem for my country
A poem for my word)
When you smile and your eyes don’t
You’re not alone
You put on such a brave face
You stand so tall
You speak of him with such longing
You hope for mercy and pray for love
In the tangled mass of your mind
You hear words on your heart
You hear her call you again
The wolf at your back is your friend
Chasing you to the living end
My son, my daughter
The future, she calls
Begs you to follow her to the morning sun
