No man, no madness
(Though their sad powers may prevail)
Can possess – conquer my country’s heart.
They rise to fail.
She is eternal.
Long before nation’s lines were drawn –
when no flags flew, when no armies stood
my land was born.
And you wonder why I love her,
through wars, death and despair
She is the constant.
It’s we who don’t care.
And you ask me would I leave her
I cross over borders but I’m still there now.
How can I leave her?
Where would I start?
Let man’s petty nations tear themselves apart.
My land’s only borders lie around my heart.
Originally Posted: https://www.quora.com/Death-and-Dying-If-the-answer-to-this-question-were-the-last-thing-you-post-anywhere-before-you-suddenly-die-what-would-you-want-it-to-be
Originally Posted On: 2016-02-28