Laden with rocks and boulders,
Lush with cypress and many molders,
Fraught with psalms of everyday,
Replete with goodwill and luminaries, say
The land of beauty still sees through,
Light that seems to come and undo
Man from all that precludes him from going,
Preclude him from undying brotherhood seed sowing.
Pennon stripes flip on the hills,
On the hillocks, mountains and dales,
On skyscrapers, infrastructures and farmland,
Somewhere on this never-never land.
Will it thus forever flutter
On cars, deck and shutter,
Over this century-old Republic
In all places, private and public?
May it last eons and forth,
Without scars and dearth,
Somewhere in the world to live in
To see the passing of all din,
Of cries and uproar,
To see a fellow feeling soar
Among all citizens to live but for good,
To see the land live for good.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin