Cradle
Beloved, be my land, the cradle of my ancestors
Eternal and forever
Your inexhaustible springs and your water from the karst
When drunk once of freedom like you drunk of that water
There are no shackles and chains strong enough
To darken freedom
Every blow turns into a defiant smile
Strike, strike.
I don’t shiver before anyone!
There is no force and calvary to force us to say no more
As long as there is blood in us
And as much as our soil can drink
Whenever I look at the sky, there is a falcon clicking
Golden eagle flying through our crags
The one that flies on our proud standard
Red as our blood
Flag bearers will fall like sheaves of wheat
Upright will stand our standard
Proudly and forever
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Powerful voice about the love of freedom and the motherland. No matter where your country, May it stand tall, without more cost of blood.
Thank you for commenting on my poem
We are a very small nation. Our flag is just like I explained it in the poem
Our history is full of blood payments.
Men have fought bravely for freedom but our women saved the nation!
I'll come back to your poems. I think you have a lot of gold nuggets hidden in your poems. These I read by now I like very much.
I looked for the signs in your precious poem, but I don’t dare to guess out of respect. Thank you for visiting my poems, as well.
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