Foreign Country Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

Dark clouds hung over you,
and few flee.
You have been beaten by your own,
no one around greets,
forgotten in the dust of the scattered ashes.
Slowly but surely you wither,
and I with you.
We fade into the cursed unseen,
left to mercy.
And how would she disappear without me?
So you are my origin,
mother and existence,
proof of my existence.
My and your ancestors,
gave life for your freedom..
With clenched teeth,
and eyes watering from the torrent of tears,
I assure myself that nothing has changed,
and that you are mine and I am yours...
I am proud to have served you,
and beaten in blood I fought,
when it was bloodiest and most painful,
and now ready at any time my body,
to suffer again,
if necessary,
and if you call me.
Now I'm going my own way,
and when the storm subsides,
and the hatred between yours will disappear,
along with despair and lies,
then i will come back to you mother,
and now I move on,
in the fight new,
for a better tomorrow for the new generations.