|Posted on February 1, 2015 at 5:30 PM|
I have walked hundred dark years,
In the deserts of unknown.
I have seen the sacred churches,
Torched with multitudes within.
I am orphan of a nation,
Seeking a chair on this land,
Seeking for my old, dear mother,
Who shed her blood for her faith,
I see the wild and savage crowd,
Drinking blood of children,
Raping the brides in their teens,
Killing the young and the brave,
Going to rest of their toil.
Today I shed tears of hate,
For a hundred years of loss.
I place with my trembling hands,
Roses and love of my heart,
Over the lost and black grave,
Bridging the history of time.