It is up to us to take it all back
To show those who of late have died
Call it what you may: my house, my home, my shack
It doesn't matter: we still have our pride
No more shall we retreat
This is our effort to take a stand
We breathe the same air in the same street
We can do this: hand in hand
Glorious will our victory be
Neither shame nor sorrow
Only unity will set us free
To prevail upon the morrow
We will drive away this terrible scourge
Of the past and it's horrific deeds
Together we this land will purge
And plant new flowers to replace the weeds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Martino, Your poem is wonderful! Just absolutely wonderful!