This is my country, and I am proud
Said a man in a voice that was too loud.
And another said, that of course is true,
But sometimes I like to say this too:
My country is much larger still.
I’ll tell you why, if you will:
Canada is my country too,
And every country old and new:
Mexico and Bolivia
Ecuador and Colombia,
Panama and Peru,
Even all the oceans blue.
England, Europe, even Finland,
Scotland and even Ireland,
All of Europe, east and west.
North and south and all the rest.
North African lands like Algeria,
Tunisia and Syria,
Iran, Iraq, Libya,
All the lands of Arabia
African ones like Sudan,
I can go just on and on
Alphabetically all the way
From Angola to good old Zimbabwe.
Mine is Russia and Armenia
Nepal, Bhutan and India,
Israel and Pakistan.
Two Koreas and Japan
Mainland China and Taiwan,
Australia and New Zealand
Even Iceland and Greenland.
My country is large, it even lies
Beyond land and water, over the skies.
Includes Mars, Venus and Saturn
No matter where in space you turn.
Sun and stars and the Milky Way
Far and near, whatever you say.
I claim all these as mine in verse,
‘Cause I was born in the Universe.
My problem is: With all this might
I’ve no foe with whom to fight.
This World is My World
This World is Your World,
From the South and the North Pole
To the Universe as a Whole.
August 15, 2012
- Posted in: Rhymed Reflections