History Poem by Shqipe Prence

Events roll the tiles of time,
Time creates our history,
That wrapped in a magic veil and mystery,
Unfolds itself in all its immensity,
In our National Museum of Eternity,
Where in photos, pictures and names,
We see the past: how blood, tears and pains,
Sorrows, sufferings, courage and bravery,
Keeps that so 'deep well' called history,
That’s not a melodrama, but read by you and me,
It must be shaken up, that’s the key,
To reconsider threads, to rewrite again,
Souls to calm, strength to regain,
To enlighten the past, to face the present,
Love to inspire, trust and honesty,
To keep the promise to MAJESTY,
As a free country with well written history!