Ivory Tower

Do not tell me I did not love this place

The home in which I live

These things that I've done in its name

Are not yours to forgive


For weren't we just children

Who loved a place too much

When love and ringing freedoms

Were never ours to touch


They cut us down like soldiers

With bombs and guns and gas

So much was lost for ink and laws

That we couldn't let them pass


My friends are dead and dying

For a future far away

Their eyes forever fixed

On a great uncertain day


So do not tell me I don't love this place

Once ruled by wicked men

I was willing to die for it once

And I am willing to die again.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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