Betray me not, comrade of mine
with whom I shared my bread and wine
the creeds, and the blood spilled
in the sacredness of an solemn oath.
We formed the lines, and rather
fought a war of will and ideologies,
necessity for others to have
this precious land to call a 'home'.
What will they write of us in
the history books? I wonder..Where
is the fire we grew inside us,
the torch that was meant to keep our
legacy alive? You were born
with clean hands, as ours were drenched
in the blood of the kings. For yours
to be the freedom. The holes in the flag
the holes in our ragged clothes, the
walls with fingerprints and bars
scratched deeply to mark the days and
nights, the long way to the light.
Long lost are the days when the chants
and bullets resounded in the streets
and their echo set the children's hearts
aflame..
Long lost are the days when the bards
wrote poems, depicting our feats
and ultimate sacrifice..
Long lost are the days when women
sent their tears in yellowish envelopes
but we died before even saying 'goodbye'.
We're nothing but sad ghosts standing
behind the graves, reminding you the price
one generation pays in order for
the new ones to be free. N'oubliez jamais
que nous avons fait ça pour vous!
Dans les âmes colonisées également
par peur et par l'espoir,
on fait des efforts pour retrouver le courage
par des chansons on écoute, ces hymnes élevés
en l'honneur des nos héros et martyrs..
les personnes qui ont forgé un pays et une nation,
promettant que nous ferons la même chose.
Mon cher camarade, tu t'es souviens
les réunions autour du feu,
dans des endroits cachés et secrets pendant une
telle soirée? Nous étions si jeunes et rêvions
d'une Révolution glorieuse qui nous donnera
la liberté. Combien vaut une idée?
Maintenant, nos yeux sont vides, et l'esprit
est déjà mort;
alors, on est totalement déprogrammés,
déconnectes du'un passé comme les étoiles
d'un ciel blessé, terne et pâle
quand le soleil se lève.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Long lost are the days when bards wrote poems! Nice piece of work.