Ant Smith

All poems

Patriot

What is this pride I sometimes fake
When I'm in this accidental place
Where my father's seed did take
And slowly, slowly germinate ?

Do I really find I feel a pull
To england's ancient rolling hills?
Do I feel the sun is warmer still
Or the buildings any better built?

Does the rain fall any damper
Before it pours down the drains?
Are the people any the finer,
In this great island state?
Do the girls bring me closer
To that immaculate grace?
Does the bitterest pill
Taste suddenly great?
Do I regret any sooner
Acting in haste?
Do I find any greater
Joy in my hate?

Is this england my england
Because I'm a mistake
Accidentally spawned
In the heart of this place?
What is this pride I sometimes fake
When I'm in this accidental place?