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The Promised Land

The Promised Land

No matter the country you were born in
We're all inhabitants of earth
Maybe ashamed to admit it sometimes
Our much treasured place of birth

Since time began, we've fought each other
For what, I haven't a clue
Just look around at the beauty you see
An astounding vista we view

Is there something this old guy is missing
Am I alone in my love of living
Am I a lonely voice in the wilderness
This land is so forgiving

We abuse it and misuse it every damn day
This God given paradise we share
Disgusting behaviour is being exhibited
Destroying our planet without care

Certainly not fair for us peace loving souls
Our cries for love go unheeded
But we surely shouldn't give up the fight
Some common decency is needed

Maybe before this old guy's day is done
Paradise will finally be at hand
When all good people of our dear planet earth
Will as one reach the promised land

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Poet Jack,Β 

Great write, thanks for posting, my applause, my vote.

Regards & Love

Williamsji Maveli

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Jack Ellison

Well I certainly appreciate your very kind comments! Thank you Williamsji... cheers, Jack

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Jack Ellison

Thanks for the fiver, dear lady! Love, Jack xxx

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