That Pseudo Patriotism

                                                          

                         

                                               That Pseudo Patriotism

As from the cradle, the little one rose,

Himself he admired and embraced close.

With time,to himself he got near,

He cared for his wants, and was his 'dear'.

                                                                         Then, as maturity spread it's wings,

                                                                         His love developed for people and things.

                                                                         Family and friends, dear became.

                                                                         Love for them, his heart did claim.

As he let the circle of care to expand,

Then there developed, love for his land,

The place where he played, and where he grew,

The sunshine, the rain, and the wind that blew !

                                                                          This wonderful love was developing in stages,

                                                                          But as has happened since many ages,

                                                                          The expansion of the love, then suddenly ceased,

                                                                          When only with his land he seemed to be pleased.

Then came his 'pride' of belonging to his land,

That part of earth where he does stand.

"Patriotism"-the love for 'motherland', seemed scarce

Which divided the Mother Earth into his and their's !

                                                                         Only if this love would've expanded more,

                                                                         Universal unity would've been it's core,

                                                                         Realization would've been of 'peace' as aim,

                                                                         Devoid of futile divisions, of the mother same.

  

Reviews

[Sarah Nicole Nadler]

So true. Patriotism should not be the end-all, especially in this high-tech world of communication. It’s not pseudo patriotism we need so much as “Mankindism”!

[June Fowler]

Then came his 'pride' of belonging to his land,
.......... Devoid of futile divisions, of the mother same.
well written. So true, how we/man divides his country with race cast creed language and culture, where as ,we are all children of the same mother-land.

A very good patriotic poem.

[Dayran]

It reminds us what the institutionalization experience has brought to man ... as compared to the days when we simply brought ourselves to love the land. Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. Open the door for long conversation with many answers. Falseness is alive and well. Hard to tell the truth from a lie sometime in this world. Your words honest and true. Make me want to write some poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote