Land of plenty and woven rugs. <br />Down and ailing with banal bugs. <br />Sadly on the wings of tipsy thugs. <br /> <br />Blood of a million gave her life. <br />Lost to odium and planted strife. <br />In bondage love, as hate is rife. <br /> <br />Round and round they brew the pot. <br />Concocted lies to truth a rot. <br />Add more fuel to make it hot. <br /> <br />Whir the bobbins on their wheels. <br />Zip; bits and bytes in zillion reels. <br />Naked innocence sobs and kneels. <br /> <br />O'derry O'derry*…cackled lies. <br />Rip a shanty gouge the eyes. <br />Stomp and stifle helpless sighs. <br /> <br />It so worked in centuries past. <br />Land ahoy! We yelled from masts. <br />Broke the ranks in sullied casts. <br /> <br />Wondered the witches as they gaped. <br />My motherland alas is vanquished raped. <br />As those that matter, stood by, aped. <br /> <br /> <br />original <br />03 June,2k11 <br /> <br />*O'derry O'derry, <br />…in contemporary English lore, sound of the spinning wheel. <br /> <br />http: //www.rmichelson.com/Artist_Pages/Sanderson/The%20Spinning%20Wheel%2020x35.jpg <br />http: //www.wpclipart.com/holiday/halloween/witch/witches_2/witches_cauldron.png.html <br />http: //www.shakespeare-literature.com/Macbeth/18.html<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-motherland-alas-0306-2k11/
