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In my dreams; I see the malicious red flames lick away our prized possessions and we watched mesmerized, while it destroyed years of labor. Years of slavery by our fathers of old years of suffering by the weak; the coward years of struggle by the fearless; the bold. drums of sweat; drums of blood it was the ransom for our possessions paid the warm victory earned by a sweat of blood the wicked raging fire now consumes. As my eyes this painful sight beheld, I feel a dull ache in my heart, choking sobs wrench my throat. Just then, I start from the bed, it had been a dream; a nightmare No, I had dreamt in reality and the dull ache grows till it resonates with the sound of pounding pestles. The red flame was our greed our possessions; our dignity, honesty, and personality once again we sold ourselves into slavery, a bondage of freedom. My heart shatters and I weep for my fatherland My gaze fixed as it were on the raging flames I see the smug faces of my fathers lay curse as they gnash their teeth in pain angry at the heritage that made fools of them Silently they watch us suffer and trampled on by strangers I crouch in fear, trembling, sweating and I say a word of prayer, a plea for help, just for my fatherland.

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My Fatherland

In my dreams; I see the malicious red flames lick away our prized possessions and we watched mesmerized, while it destroyed years of labor. Years of slavery by our fathers of old years of suffering by the weak; the coward years of struggle by the fearless; the bold. drums of sweat; drums of blood it was the ransom for our possessions paid the warm victory earned by a sweat of blood the wicked raging fire now consumes. As my eyes this painful sight beheld, I feel a dull ache in my heart, choking sobs wrench my throat. Just then, I start from the bed, it had been a dream; a nightmare No, I had dreamt in reality and the dull ache grows till it resonates with the sound of pounding pestles. The red flame was our greed our possessions; our dignity, honesty, and personality once again we sold ourselves into slavery, a bondage of freedom. My heart shatters and I weep for my fatherland My gaze fixed as it were on the raging flames I see the smug faces of my fathers lay curse as they gnash their teeth in pain angry at the heritage that made fools of them Silently they watch us suffer and trampled on by strangers I crouch in fear, trembling, sweating and I say a word of prayer, a plea for help, just for my fatherland.