Westernise
I look out with Western eyes.
Looking from one direction
on all the places that I roam,
seeing all the wonders of the world
yet missing half the globe.
My path is well-worn.
Many before have wandered
in their time in the sun,
have stood tall after their wars
and bowed to no-one.
Yet finally they fall.
They leave behind their monuments
which tell of them when they die,
when they finish surveying the world
with their own half-blind eyes.
DH ([email protected])
Looking from one direction
on all the places that I roam,
seeing all the wonders of the world
yet missing half the globe.
My path is well-worn.
Many before have wandered
in their time in the sun,
have stood tall after their wars
and bowed to no-one.
Yet finally they fall.
They leave behind their monuments
which tell of them when they die,
when they finish surveying the world
with their own half-blind eyes.
DH ([email protected])