A Cry for the Lost Country
And I cry for the lost country
The regular brick and square of it all
The solid straight lines of tree lined streets
The lovely curves of its river, languid, towards the shore
My country, my land marks, my stone and mortar
My sturdy, structured, eternal town
In rubble, in ruin, in wretched despair
I cry for the lost country of my younger years
June 13th 2011.