The Price of a Beloved Nation

Tue, 06/14/2016 - 20:04 -- Niat H

May twenty-four, nineteen-ninety-one  

a day of importance, a day of remembrance, a day of reverence

marking the end of a thirty-year bloody, decimating struggle for independence.

Eritreans fought for tranquility, liberty, prosperity.

And through this, through all this, we earned a flag...

 

An alluring, newly fabricated emblem of our country,

with its deep deep sea blue,

golden and glistening yellow,

vibrant, luscious green,

and a contrasting depressing bloodshot red represented the beloved lives lost was

lifted higher and higher,

closer to the sanguine heavens.

 

It dances in the wind celebrating the birth of a new nation,

a new independent country.

A country that was given life through our martyrs...

We need to remember them

Remember the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, cousins, neighbors

that all paid the ultimate price.

 

And it was resilience, persistence, perseverance

that we could gain the freedom that we strived for, hungered for, fought for, and even died for

And through this, through all of this…

We ensured a future worth fighting for.

A country, a nation worth sacrificing for.

The beloved, beautiful country of Eritrea.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
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