OUR LAND.
OUR LAND.
Sometime we find in the faces of every citizen , we can't deny the pains that it bring, the tears that always flow on the cheeks, so disgusting and to wish we still leaves in the past, where every single soul is willing to die for his land.
I do ask myself where is the blood our forefathers shared, where are our ancestors who strived with their blood to gain this land for as. Where are the Warriors who through their bravery fought and attained this land, where are the songs they sang to encourage them to win battles, where are the kings of land who made wise decisions for the people of the land to follow. Where are the gods who were behind us. Where are the courageous men who laid their heads to be slaughtered for rituals, just to obtain peace.
Where are they, that our land is now tearing apart, where is the blood on our land which made us stronger, when it is screamed, where are the Warriors who fought battles, where are our kings who made the wise decisions. Where are they?
The wars, the slavery, the blood shearing, the human rituals, the Warriors, the Warriors songs are not there again but we are suffering as the past did. Just look around , we still searching for peace. Our land are destroyed and is looking for people to recreate it. Let's be the ones to reborn our land. PEACE.
Sometime we find in the faces of every citizen , we can't deny the pains that it bring, the tears that always flow on the cheeks, so disgusting and to wish we still leaves in the past, where every single soul is willing to die for his land.
I do ask myself where is the blood our forefathers shared, where are our ancestors who strived with their blood to gain this land for as. Where are the Warriors who through their bravery fought and attained this land, where are the songs they sang to encourage them to win battles, where are the kings of land who made wise decisions for the people of the land to follow. Where are the gods who were behind us. Where are the courageous men who laid their heads to be slaughtered for rituals, just to obtain peace.
Where are they, that our land is now tearing apart, where is the blood on our land which made us stronger, when it is screamed, where are the Warriors who fought battles, where are our kings who made the wise decisions. Where are they?
The wars, the slavery, the blood shearing, the human rituals, the Warriors, the Warriors songs are not there again but we are suffering as the past did. Just look around , we still searching for peace. Our land are destroyed and is looking for people to recreate it. Let's be the ones to reborn our land. PEACE.