I am a Citizen by Frank McMahon

I am a citizen of no country who

welcomes  those whom war flings on our shores,

who  feeds the last survivor, who wishes

he  could staunch the blood of every wound, could

seal forever underground the chariots,

the spears  lusting for others to impale.

 

I am a citizen of no country who

cries as the planet dies, writhes in toxic

shock,, is gouged and burned to mute surrender.

 

I was called a citizen of no nation

when I went beyond our coasts to speak

of  common ground, to learn their hopes

and history from their flags.

It seems that

I   betrayed our flag, my kith and kin. I

should  have  stayed at home and drawn the blinds,

watched,   instead,  the fatuous retreat

to  the towers on the cliffs, the hill forts,

their  beacon fires spluttering in the rain.

 

 

We are citizens of the world, though raised

in  our  native soils. We will not permit you

to partition our humanity.

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