Nothing is like you my homeland
land of dignity and nobility
a rebels free cry
a soul bleeding in some family
a hero buried in the ground
a kid glimpsing a sniper on a tree
heartbeats of a revolution
worries of a grave tragedy
gaze into the eyes of a child my homeland
ponder upon my smile
stop them my homeland
so that no other mother would be massacred
protect my brothers after me
you’re kids’ nobility
you’re heroes’ factory
“if freedom’s price is shroud; it’s within me”
my poem, my smile, my tear, and my memories after I’m long gone
I love you my homeland
