REQUIEM

Requiem 

They have prepared a silk shroud for you, my dear.
They will give their best just to make you leave this world.
To trample your name, to erase you from our memory.
To compress your history of a thousand and more years into their historical holes of the dark abysses.
Is it possible, my dear, that they steal our kingdoms, our national attire, our songs, our lullabies, our fairy tales, our wise men and poets?

They want to replace our living heroes with some imaginary characters and their legends. Our heroes are alive, the flesh and blood from the stories told for centuries in the night by the flickering fire.
Our sword blades and military honor they dirty with their legends. The word freedom they heard from us.

They appropriate our mountain peaks and valleys from where we called each other and celebrated our victories.
They mockingly mention the words that our mother taught us by the hearth.
They don't let us speak the way we have spoken since childhood.
They would turn our house into a wasteland, my dear.
All for the sake of the servants and betrayers. All for other’s benefit.
Mother they turned the prayers from the Bible into fables.
And they try to poison us with it. Our ancient shrines, built by our ancestors for the holy baptism where in front of the church gate we use to leave our scimitars and guns, are now home of their God.

Mother, they grab all.
Are you ashamed of us, your sons and daughters?
You remember more than a thousand years, time, and events, the banner of our honor under which the flag bearers were petrified.
Standards riddled with bullets bloody and upright.
You remember staunch honorable people, standing on their own land.
You were proud of them.
Mother, are you ashamed of your sons and daughters?

Are we worthy of our motherland?
Don't curse us mother!
Mother, we would swear to honor but we lost faith in ourselves.

Don't spoil our honor because we squandered it!
Don't sob over us mother!
Make us use our strength and wisdom!