Unto Us A Nation Is Born Poem by Noel Horlanda

(Inspired from the Bible)

In the East, a black horizon
Where no living sun arises
A mist, cloud gathering zone
Look within, hundred islands terraces
In the beginning inhabitants in darkness
Walks continuously to seek light, blinded
They dwell in the shadow of death, nest
In the valley of the dead, knights divided
They walked with other gods
They stumbled upon their corpses
Garments rolled in blood
Cities burnt as if flaming torches
Demon warriors battles, plunders
No joy in time to harvest
The search for light put asunder
Fuel of fire leads the bravest
‘Til unto us a nation is born
A true leader is given,
Emotions, heart’s burnt
The kingdom’s burden,
Shall be upon his shoulder
As if a heavy boulder
And his name shall be called peace, justice, prosperity