For my country-folk: I’m proud of you
For all of you who yearned for freedom
Even when God seemed to have forgotten our basket case
I’m proud of you
For enduring ceaseless pain and deferred dreams
For running deep into the darkness in search of being
For the smiles and laughter
That bloomed under torture like flame-lilies
For singing freedom’s chorus in tyranny’s face
Even though you were whipped till you bled & stamped with
Black boots and beaten by fanged boys in green camouflage
I’m proud of you
For keeping your head up
For being true to the blood of our martyrs Read more
