Espousing the past?

To bury its past

A nation needs to marry?

its present offspring.

Proud identity

wants to overlook old faults,

but trips over them.

We fear to believe

our honeymoon is over,

imagine it’s not.

Yesterday, today,

we ignore what’s not working,

fear domestic spats.

For our children’s sake,?

we claim to hide history,

but it’s for ourselves.

We must learn to live

with the spouse we've been given.

There is no other.

It’s hard to admit

that our heroes have clay feet –

glance down at our own!

Owning old fractures –

the first step in bone-setting.

Walk, despite the limp!

I cannot repair

my nation’s past, my own,

but I have today.