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.
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