This is not, this is not, <br />Not, the Country, I once knew, <br />Where each day we strived for better. <br />Where World's freedom quickly grew, <br />This is not my dearest Country, <br />One where heads were held so high, <br />And for Liberty and Justice, <br />We were all willing to die. <br /> <br />Class division, nonexistent, <br />We were all just citizens, <br />Democratic, coexistence, <br />And a helping hand to lend. <br />We must now get back our courage, <br />No to handouts, flabbiness, <br />You cannot keep up a country, <br />Just by doing less and less. <br /> <br />Hear ye, hear ye, small and mighty, <br />This is now a wake up call, <br />We must reconstruct this Country, <br />For the World and for us All, <br />We are all together born free, <br />Liberty, must never fall.<br /><br />Sandra Feldman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-free-9/
