Distant Things
I think of distant things and start to cry.
Why must my heart be grieved by many miles?
To place where I was born, I will not fly,
for I don't want to lose remembered smiles.
The land which I have loved has changed, and now
it does not bear the mark of honored grace.
I must be covered, and I don't know how
to hold back tears from streaming down my face.
Where is the school? Where is the gentle stream?
With what audacity did they assume
that they could confiscate our land, our dream?
They took and now our sorrow does consume.
Where is the pool? Where are the orchards fine?
Remembered are the times we'd swim and play
We'd feast on all the fruits and feel sublime
No one to harm or take our voice away
My country now is not a place to be
For freedom is no longer part of life
Were I to go, the weight would burden me
And I would weep with thoughts of all the strife
So distant from my heart my land remains
A land that in the sacred Word is praised
My childhood memories, this land contains
It's flag of freedom in my heart is raised
For the Distant Things Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
June 12, 2016
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016
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