I love the west, though I hate the west
I hate the west, and yet I love the west
It is not for like or love or hate that entice me
To be of a kind and be so conflicting
To love the west and hate the west
I hate the west and to love the west Though I love the west, I hate the west
And I pardon not my grievance so strong
For I gathered with a thousand around 99
We were to fight this course of freedom
I love the west, to assemble such courage
I love the west, brave William Wallace
For patronage of the course sincerely
I found I hated the west though I loved it
For double standards, I hated the west
A good poem of mixed feelings. So often things are not just perfectly clear...in anything.
ReplyDeleteEven your dichotomy has clarity, for me.
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