Your country is pain, is pain, <br />An April of sorrow in your soul, <br />Your country is the cross, the cross, <br />It holds, it holds you, too, in its soul. <br /> <br />Your country is the promised land, <br />You set foot as master, it slides from beneath you, <br />Your country has no words, has a sad gaze. <br />Its love dies in your obsession. <br /> <br />Your country is the food of the starving, <br />It slips from your hands and sates you not, <br />Dream and anguish and exhausted hope, <br />Its eyes in the dark search for themselves. <br /> <br />Your country is an open grave, a grave, <br />All your life you followed in good faith, <br />In a teardrop it drowns your tragic fate, <br />In a teardrop it births your freedom. <br /> <br />Your little country, so tiny, <br />That immortal divinity - that tear.<br /><br />Fatos Arapi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-country/
