Lonely Bull
Go count the udders
The children and mothers
Who suckled the crying newborn
Go talk to the elders
Who sought naught but shelter
From the light from servants unknown
Lonely dark nights
And big city lights
Surround me
Life will astound
Both the young and the proud
Give heed to the ocean's white foam
Born in Atlantis
Meaner than a Preying Mantis
My country will always be home
Give me liberty
Give me death
I love this country
Until my dying breath
Shea
poem by John Shea
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