Who hurt you motherland?
It's been centuries I believe
With resemblance to a terrain
Your back felt bruised
Aforetime, you once were the most beautiful!

Today, your beautiful skies are drained
Devoid of sunlight, devoid of rain.
Though dark clouds do gather,
They bring not the joy of a new season
But a reminder of dofeful dreams
Tell me mother, who broke your heart?

Young ones tell their stories
Through songs and poetry, they share their pain
Dipping a little hope into a future uncertain
They write history of centuries old
A not so proud history but still
On it pieces collected they raise you high

They ask questions I find no answer
They bleed out from wounds I can't heal
Do I send them to the past?
Do I leave them here in the present?
Since futures are unknown, how can I send them there ?
Their hearts so fragile breaks over and over.

We appointed for ourselves leaders
We joined organizations for peace sake
But they broke our unyielding trust
Our wealth became cobblestones on their streets
While our leaders ravaged the land.

Our minds are linked in chains
Weak, stranded and abandoned we still hoped
In power holders, manipulators, malefactors
With another form of slavery
Unemployment became a new trend

In another land, it rained red
Under clouds of smoke, dust and bombs
The little left is taken into battle
Homes with youthful memories became burial grounds.
Yet they keep fighting. For something no longer there.
Nations preach wars, a headline to gain more likes.
Oh mother, who hurt you so much?

Your kids flee from you.
Into another land with the very leaders who watch you
Who watch you suffer in silence
They leave without taking their roots.
They leave alone with painful memories
Memories from scars rewounded
They no longer have the will to fight.

Like cowards we seek help from enemy lands.
Who give aid with double returns
Your feet are soaked in debt
A history of pain once repeated
Their laws break you down, and tear your morals to pieces
A bloody desire fueled by our very leaders.

Everyone did hurt you mother.
Everyone broke your heart.
Like the mother you are, you still gave
With love and without measure.
Cry no more mother, trust no more.
Hold unto the bits of love, those present dare to give
Will we keep you loved, we will keep you remembered...


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