Page 93 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

I love my country

I love my country, let me share my tale,

Of how we faced a storm, a fierce, dark gale.

A small, loud group, with hate in their hearts,

Sought to tear us apart, to poison and scar.

In the wake of tragedy, they saw their chance,

Exploiting pain to fuel their vile dance.

They targeted those who sought safe shores,

Asylum seekers, Muslims, and many more.

With hate-filled words, they attacked with glee,

Even our brave protectors, the police, you see.

But their voices, though loud, were far from the whole,

For a nation's spirit cannot be controlled.

For years, some papers and leaders have fed,
A narrative of fear, where hatred is bred.

They've normalised anger, turned it into a trend,

Even the powerful sought our unity's end.

Yet through the darkness, a light still shone,
Mothers, grannies, the ordinary came along.

From all corners, they gathered to declare,

“We stand together, we’re strong, we care.”

“No,” they shouted, “Not in our name,”

A chorus of love, a rejection of shame.
My heart sang for my nation that day,

For the true spirit of my country had its say.

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