We Are Back Home

We all left home dead with a wordless farewell, But couldn't rest in peace in the tiled and golden sepulchres abroad. A great pang gripped our hearts, Leaving us with a haunting and horrible sense of insecurity. We have come home, Like a prophesied rhythmical torrent of eloquent prophecy, To revolt, conquer and cleanse the land, Because to fight is the only honor left to an oppressed people threatened with genocide. Before the battle begins, our feet will be firmly rooted, Into this nation’s primal soil, Our muscles, bones and fists will be guarded too, Because in the final evaluation, The only true bulwark against death is to live. Before the lasting peace, freedom, equity and survival finally comes, We will find and retain national consciousness, Since our courage, guts and ingenuities got nothing to do with cowardice.