my country is a woman.

fought on the basis of her religion

the safety, the freedom of her people.

parting individuality and preferences from those who disbelieve because

the acceptance of their desires, invasion of her people

maybe she should have just said no, like the power of tyranny would have tolerated it,

so, she invited them kindly, denying the matter of it being forced

like all women, she’s silenced.

but from a landscape of scars, she rises

desperately allowing herself out, before she sinks where her ancestors populated

before the past has to be rewritten again, she rises

rising once more, the earth breaks, dividing colonies

yet seeking the opportunity to heal,

to let her people free. she gave up all she had

dignity and prosperity

carrying the burden of the truth, she unveiled herself to empower her people

to cover, be the cover and acknowledge the sun rising on the horizon

to remember the past, 

as past is not forgotten