of noble race, of noble
birth resounding though
the years. Will not abetted
by treacherous bands with
devil's mind.
Am your woes, pain, joy,
catalyse of hopes and dreams
where I go, you go, you
are my beloved immortalize
in bady, spirit and soul.The
candle light is in my hand
making the journey glove
along the dark path of live.My
beloved, country beloved, Jamaica.
That is my take today on " The Beloved Country", and certainly there is hope to live by.
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