A Poem With A Title (To The Martyr)

This homeland overflowing with life,
bestowed by the Powerful One,

had its glory, had its triumph,

but all abruptly gone.

Yes, it lacked fortune;

 Yes, it lacked prudence;

But valor and heroes, it did not lack.

For in the darkest days, they shone.

Life proved to be unfair to you,

yet your heart had a light.

Its luster and glimmer giving hope to the downcasts,

setting fire to the nation’s embers.

Change rippled in all directions,

shifting views, altering traditions.

Still, this land gives me nothing but hope,

it comforted me, sheltered me, guided me.

Heroes come and go but the youth will remain.

“Fight for what’s right and continue his fight,” they all will say.

This motherland God bestowed upon us all,

will rise above it all and return to what it has been:

a shelter, a guide,

a homeland without limit, fair and rich.