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Motherland
Tales by the moonlight,
Told to future lights.
We remember a time when motherland was free,
Where dreams were nurtured by the tree.
Who sheltered our hopes and kept our vision alive?
Fanning the embers of a thousand flame.
She was our backbone,
On the rest throne.
With cheers to wins,
And heads to lead.
Clapped hands were our prayer pattern,
And we craved no different manner.
Our fathers with heroics,
And our mothers our role models.
Memories linger,
In flashbacks ginger.
Like fireflies brighten up the night,
Our thousand dreams born to light.
Oh, the image of our motherland!
Sold without heed for few change on hand.
With pride lost,
And last cost.
Wave the flag,
Drum the drums.
There’s yet hope,
For beautiful ones are born.
Whose story would change the land,
And restore dreams back to our motherland!
© sailabby
#storyteller
#poem
#motherland
#creative
#tellmeastory
#fiction
Told to future lights.
We remember a time when motherland was free,
Where dreams were nurtured by the tree.
Who sheltered our hopes and kept our vision alive?
Fanning the embers of a thousand flame.
She was our backbone,
On the rest throne.
With cheers to wins,
And heads to lead.
Clapped hands were our prayer pattern,
And we craved no different manner.
Our fathers with heroics,
And our mothers our role models.
Memories linger,
In flashbacks ginger.
Like fireflies brighten up the night,
Our thousand dreams born to light.
Oh, the image of our motherland!
Sold without heed for few change on hand.
With pride lost,
And last cost.
Wave the flag,
Drum the drums.
There’s yet hope,
For beautiful ones are born.
Whose story would change the land,
And restore dreams back to our motherland!
© sailabby
#storyteller
#poem
#motherland
#creative
#tellmeastory
#fiction
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