posted on Oct, 4 2011 @ 11:27 PM
I am a devout patriotic American;
The love of family, culture, and nation,
It is the glue which holds together society.
When the interests of the self are reduced,
Not because of force but by your own will,
Because you hold a sense of something,
Something far more profound than self,
This is a higher purpose rooted in culture.
As you feel obligation to love and protect,
Defend and honor, whose blood courses,
Like a gentle river through your veins.
No law has bound you to them with force,
And no external force among men can,
It is a duty embedded deep in oneself,
A nonverbal agreement that you accept,
That feeling is what I mean by patriotism.
Some say patriotism is embedded in hate,
It is a ridiculous notion obvious to most.
Is the love of your parent, siblings, or child,
Also embedded in the hatred of all others?
To me the parents are our ancestors,
To me the siblings are our fellow countrymen,
To me the child is the nation whom we protect.
We were not consulted upon our families,
We were not consulted upon our nation,
Still we feel a sense of love, duty, and devotion to both.
October 5, 2011