My Country, My Country by Julia Webb

Dear Country,

I have always been embarrassed by your lack of conviction, meaning can be found everywhere if you look hard enough. I have unchained myself from your belief systems but I can’t unchain myself from the weight of our shared past.

 

Dear Country,

What you hold dear seems a little off kilter sometimes. People fall for your
charms without understanding that you are all surface. Hold a mirror to a mirror and what do you get?

 

Dear Country,

I could say that you are going to the dogs but I don’t believe in clichés.

 

Dear Country,

Some days I walk ten paces behind you in the street and pretend that we are not related.

 

Dear Country,

Simply, no.

 

Dear Country,

I admit that I am part of the big SO WHAT. These days you show me only your snarly face and I am afraid I don’t much like it.

 

Dear Country,

Remember when value meant something more than money?

 

Dear Country,

I have fallen out of love with you but I am too scared to leave you.

 

Dear Country,

You have the most beautiful face until you open your mouth.

 

Dear Country,

Hunting is not a Band-Aid for the fox, and anyway Elastoplast.

 

Dear Country,

I wish I had the energy to fight.

 

Dear Country,

I can see you feel the need to blame some one, look hard enough in the mirror and you will be killed by your own belief system.

 

Dear Country,

Some things are irreversible.

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