My Country, My People
H. W. Bryce
Grn mini comp May 1, 2021
I am still angry and upset that my media broke the solemn
Ritual of Remembering – June 6. 1942. Dunkirk. Pivotal
Turning point in the Second World War that won and
preserved our freedom.
I am devastated by the discovery of Indigenous childrens’ graves;
At our ignorance of knowledge, our communal absence of
Compassion and, more importantly, of action to extinguish the
Extinguishment of Peoples.
Here is today’s poem:
My Country, My People
H. W. Bryce
This title and these words taken from Niharika Naik’s poem:
“Fail again. Fail better.” —Samuel Beckett.
My country, my people
Trapped in mediocrity
Born for greatness but no greatness found
We strive but we fail
We try again but we fail better, * and better
And we shall fail spectacularly
After then, we shall see greatness.
Perhaps this century will then belong to us.*
Sometimes faith is hard to keep
As evil creeps into our lives.
Must be strong. Life too short
To waste it on mediocrity and misery– —
My people, strive for greatness,
Build our country, its fate depends on thee,
Remember our forebears, remember our real heroes,
Remember that for our own good, we were born free.
Don’t sell yourself short, don’t sell us out,
Don’t build a company and hawk it for money;
Pass it on, our children deserve continuity,
Something to build on, some faith, some tangible promise kept…
Store your rockets, wear your peace jacket,
Cut out the oratoric racket, unball your fist,
Such tension explains your ill health……..
Save your rage energy to build our country strong.
Remember, we were born free,
and so were they;
Remember. We’re all from the same
family tree.
Scorn not your fellow man
Scorn not what they can
Hold out a helping hand
Let incivility be banned
Wake up Canada, wake up.
Wash your hands of superiority.
Here is a cliche that you CAN live with:
Do you really want to be treated like they were treated?
Image by Robin Higgins from Pixabay
