A nation divided

Some mourned, some cheered, some blank,
For some the nation sank,
The day Baroness Thatcher passed away,
The division of Britain was clear that day,
Some saw her as a frail old lady finally set free,
Some said it was natural and was only meant to be,
For me I don't really care on what others think,
She was a quiet old lady who was merely on the brink,
She stood up for what she fought for, what she thought was right,
Kept the same voice tone and fought with all her might!
Others saw her as a clueless witch who was ready to be sent for burning,
Wherever you stand, you must know that this ladles not for turning.

Poetry by Melissa Ormond
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Written on 2013-04-27 at 12:01

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