Dare I pine, for a time gone by
Of ferns, trees and bees?
Of poems and songs my homeland boasts
I've only really read and heard.
Dare I wonder, the young and old
Burnt out and deep in debt.
Busy, lone and disgruntled
What future can one hold?
Dare I live, an Orwellian dream
the powerful blind and deaf.
Famished for votes and riches
Callous of others' pain.
Dare I remember an island,
Once proud of its own sweet name.
Unafraid, undivided, unyielding
Dying for its beloved land.
Dare I dream for a country whole
Of people told their truth.
Of people freed from self-made cages
Of people healthy and content.
Dare I dream or be pinched awoke
before it is too late?
To sing for this sinking land,
To rediscover its singing soul.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 6:21 AM UTC
Dare I pine, for a time gone by
Of ferns, trees and bees?
Of poems and songs my homeland boasts
I've only really read and heard.
Dare I wonder, the young and old
Burnt out and deep in debt.
Busy, lone and disgruntled
What future can one hold?
Dare I live, an Orwellian dream
the powerful blind and deaf.
Famished for votes and riches
Callous of others' pain.
Dare I remember an island,
Once proud of its own sweet name.
Unafraid, undivided, unyielding
Dying for its beloved land.
Dare I dream for a country whole
Of people told their truth.
Of people freed from self-made cages
Of people healthy and content.
Dare I dream or be pinched awoke
before it is too late?
To sing for this sinking land,
To rediscover its singing soul.
