Ours is an unwieldy country

Ours is an unwieldy country.

Huge is our land mass, disparate are our peoples.

We are a multitude of vociferous tongues,

That wail a cacophony of philosophies

From the false safety of our gaggle of alliances.

We defend our corners with jealous zest,

Even as we search in the dark

For the light at the end of a dark tunnel of our hewing.

We metamorphose as life insists we must, and yet

We fail to bow to the demand of evolution.

Evolution comes at a price we are reluctant to pay,

For inherent in it is a demand

 That our beliefs must distil into a conviction

That redeems our mistrust and frees us from paranoia.

Hear Hear brother! Conviction calls us from the depths

Of mother country of troubled birth.

Hear Hear sister! Conviction demands we sing

A mellifluous song of hope to our children,

A song that exhorts to service and cheers to unity.