My Motherland
The land flowing with milk and honey,
The people lacking in health and money,
A strange land with leaking boarders,
A hapless people in great disorder.
How is it that.........
Abundant rain falls and yet the plant withers,
Extensive sun shines and yet the child shivers.
An oddity indeed,but not in this land.
To come alive again,where do we begin.
Can we all drink the milk and eat the honey?
Can our fields still bloom and our children look lovely?
Yes! but first we must dare to dream.
Because all creation and all invention,
Every reformation and regeneration,
Began in the mind and imagination:
When someone, somewhere, dared to dream..
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