People speak of homeland as the countries that bore their ancestors
They speak of pride, tradition, and origins of predecessors
I have no interest in where I came from, or a family history
The past should stay the past: an unsolved mystery
I look to the future, and what the morrow may bring
A new rising sun, a new day dawns, the new morning
For what is today but yesterday's tomorrow?
Dwelling on the past brings about nothing but sorrow
But by no means should the past be forgot
By learning from past wrongs true wisdom is saught
But my homeland will always be the land in which I reside
Where I will spend my days, live my life, and always confide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is such a simple poem that almost tells nothing.