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| (Denton, Kent, 4th June 2017) |
This
is Still Our Land
This
is still our land
and
your arrogance won’t break her.
Her
trees grow green and wild
and
your power games will not make her
into
a barren land where life is not for living,
into
a well of souls with eyes staring, unforgiving.
Our
ancestors have sung this land
and
she has her own spirit.
Other
songs have joined with hers,
her
boundaries have no limit.
Tolerance
is in her blood and sings in her blue rivers
Suspicion
has no home in her so don’t try to begin it.
Her
serpent currents run,
despite
your machinations
Her
dragon lines flow on,
have
no room for your intentions
And
those of us who love her can feel her deep heart beating
We’ll
sing her on with open hearts, our voices raised in greeting.
Her
warrior soul protects us all,
does
not seek to turn on others
Our
mother land embraces all,
Joy
and freedom are our lovers
And
when you think you’ve had your way
and
our hearts are torn and burning
We’ll
shout with voices of true power
Our
land is not for turning!
(Jacqueline Durban, Election Day, 5th
May 2005 and again and again and again)
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| (Southwark, July 2016) |
I enjoyed reading the words and the love of land is really inspiring. Your words have power and deep meaning in them. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! What lovely words to read. I am so grateful.
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