Sámi Albmotbeaivi Poem by Espen Øye Bjørkvold

It’s february the sixth today,
and I will tell you, if I may;
that on this day,
not far away,
someone will have their national day.

I have a flag most red and blue,
and green and yellow it is too,
in the middle
as a riddle
The sun and the moon.

They’re both in the same,
ans gathered they became,
a circular shape
as fitted with tape
to the flag as a burning flame.

A symbol of the sámi people,
their struggle to become equal,
to the other
and their mother
the nature of the polar steeple.