Crying the Name

Remembering the mountain My tears start falling down Crawling upon my face I departed from the wharf of home And I am started to think Crying the nostalgia of this mountain It was once a symbol of my pride Being the descendants of warriors Telling the ode of my past raising hood They were the warriors of peace And they left the trace of honor Reminding the generations Continuing to rage the high seas And to reclaim the stolen peace Regaining my inherited homeland Hold on to my tears I won’t be too emotional And raging the high seas My heart must be firmly concreted Gripping the peaceful purpose It must be confirmed by my vision Embracing peace back again For the next generation to come, After my children’s children I don’t think further of honoring a name A colonialist given-name My forefathers were warriors of the land and sea I am taking a name from where I belong It’s mine and it is customarily authentic I don’t hail the nickname by their opponents I will never win the peace If I will not do forever and ever I don’t want to close the eyes of my hearts I do contemplating Unity is there ahead If I go back to my indigenous beginning To my customs and traditions And my customary living Indeed under the protection of Allah Insya-Allah! 25June2015 PC-KK