Ode to the Nation

After the guilotines had been pausing
a long time after that,
Oil had been found,among
wrecks of Pirates.

They were scouring the bottom
for fishes, for gold
broken Coralls, cargos of old,
to be sold,
in the exterior.

Where we shall not
live forevermore.

The riches long have reached our Shore.
We were constantly invited to meet
International standards that greet
Cuddling within the nest of our bore,
Accountants revising strenuous Law.

Ode to the Nation, drinking we dream,
Blue silky ribbons, mirrors of green,
Saluting the remnant colours of old
Jubilant tokens that now may be sold.

- Terence Duncan