THE NATION I BELONG TO
I am a nation
Inside me, I consist of different nations,
I might be small,
But within me, I am big!
I am a nation
My capabilities are what made me strong, my features are what made me know.
For I belong to a nation.
The mhiship nation I belong too.
Which I see through it’s gentle rivers,
Received by it kind sand.
Moving with one voice.
Making me a great philanthropist
For I belong to a nation.
The nation that doesn’t select’s,
But sees it sands as equal.
What a nation I belong too.
Nation attributed through its name.
For my voice was heard beyond it’s regions.
For it sounded like the birds of the sky,
Just like the drum dance to the music.
The sands are kin to hear me
The edges of the wall were eager to learn,
For it brings happiness.
What a nation I belong to.
For it attracted alot around
For my nation alone was peace itself.
For The birds looks beautiful when flying up the sky.
So was it sands beautiful as the water flow over it.
For it’s brave rocks and strong rocks was protecting it: guiding the unstring.
For it was a giant beauty.
For I can say my nation now:
The nation I once know,
It’s nows a feeble to its own voices.
The voice that heals,now hurts.
Now a nation of scars.
Leaving it’s sands with a hurtful memory,
Where was that nation I know?
I began to wonder In the past.
For I can move without understand it bedrock’s.
For what can I say about lits archeology,
For my nation let dismay take over,
My fellow sands are also lost,
That beautiful bravery is divided
No one to stand in the armour.
No one to filled that void.
For It’s sands are restless,
Still searching for it’s past.
Wondering how it got to the point it is now?
For My nation needs to heed it’s self
My nation braver rocks need to unite itself,
The sands must learn to understand it’s bedrocks,
The rocks need to teach it’s sands.
Guiding it’s path from past regrets.
Bringing understanding within it’s rivers flows.
What a nation I belong to.
Written by Bamret Alfred Zuhumben.
