NA ( / Kingston, Ontario.)

Alas! Our Country Is Doomed To Hell!

Alas! Our Country is doomed to hell,
The Freedom Mansion is up in flames!
Fie! Helplessly you gaped,
When came a Horde of Foreigners
And plundered your Land!
Smashed through your defences, they did-
Come! Attack like a swarm of locusts, of them be rid!
Fie! Riches of Freedom they have looted away-
Yet unmoving like the dead you stay!

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Comments (4)

Excellent poem, I found it to flow with great wording! ! !
Superb.... I'm mesmerised by guitar playing too, or anyone who has the ability to make music! You captured that perfectly. HG: -) xx
Flow, rhythm and beauty...mmm!
'pet dementia' I don't get, but 'pickpocket lovers' is incredible. Yeah, you're an artist and poet!