Ultimately, as an exile, this reminded me of my favourite hymn - 'Jerusalem', by William Blake

"And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land"

This meant so much to me in my childhood. I would sing this like a battle cry.

Today, it is forbidden in certain ecclesiastical churches.

I despair of my country and, hence, I am now a self-imposed exile. Will there ever be Peace and Understanding on this Earth? Somehow, I doubt it.

I now wonder what to do with my body when I die. Burial or cremation? Here, in a God forsaken country that doesn't even recognise its own dead? To return to a country that I can no longer recognise? Maybe the solution would be to be blasted into space...?

Follow That Dream

Sam
Karaoke King

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Turning that corner again - I have to keep following that dream, no matter what