To  My Country: The one I have never seen
           To love my country is the fruit of my passions
                   To protect it until the single last drop of my blood had bleed is
a pledge.
Loving my land is a secret yearning that can't be
betrayed
Loving the home of my forefathers that is the
land
           Of the prophets is a Rosetta stone engraved on my heart.
          The name of my paradise is the lingering thought on  my
mind...yet I am unfilled.  I am
alone...
I have died.
Why  have other  people murdered and destroyed,
Raped and starved a whole nation and sent them
into exile?
Why have they forcefully taken what is not theirs?
Why have they fought in the city of peace?
Why have they cut me from my roots and left me
to wither and die?
Why am I alone?
Why am I nationless?
Why do I feel like crying?
Why do I feel hurt?
          I have a language but I haven't got anywhere to speak it,
I have a traditional dress that is never worn,
        I have a history but now it's in the past and no one care.
What do  I have left?
What is there for me?
                 Love and hope? - without a place to grow as a seed is without
     it's earth?

                            By:  Ashmai Zyada 


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