Crimson waves….

A sea that sees waves of dreams

Now Crouched and crippled or so it seems

A path laden with sparks of green

Soon to turn into a crimson so sheen

A sky filled with clouds of white

Soon to be engulfed in smokes of a fight

Majestic mountains, resilient so rare

Hijacked, now naked now bare

Rivers running deep with pride,gushing with joy

Carry the burden of salt from tears so coy

Meadows flowing with winds of laughter

Soon pregnant with loud cries so bitter

In the wee hours of dawn seeking light

Only to be blinded by hues of might

Streets filled with the spark of trade

Now witness to the loom of silence so made

This motherland grieves, for a child has seen enough

This motherland cries, for a child needs to heal

This motherland calls, for a child needs to be protected

This motherland hopes for the child still sees hope.

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