When your rosy feet touched me for the first time
I knew that I am a mother again
You fell down and got up for your first step
I knew that you never give up
When your feet reached the finish line in the race
You kneeled down and kissed me!
My motherly heart was swollen with pride
I adored you just like my other son
Who spilled his blood on me for ME..
Yet, you spit on me and say,
No one can change this country
And walk away seeking better prospects
I weep silently, without complaint
As you follow the path of your other inactive brothers
In betrayal, in assault, in poverty, in terror… I weep..
I don’t hate you.. I never can..
For I am your Motherland
Who knows only to LOVE!