Tears On A Nation Poem by dhia abada

O, ardent Nation you must know
Life shall die at blood spots flow

O, green Land, my heart is a flame of fire
Take my blood and live at clam merciful desire

My heart yearns to thee while you are its green letters
Forever and ever, you may not surrender

The lover of my ribs your assassination is about to be
Always you shall remain as blossom look pleasantly

Jasmine is the lover of my life entirely
Its scent will remain at my mouth permanently