Patriotism Poems
Untitled
by Sher Shah Suri
We are bequeathed on the nation,
And the nation bequeathed to us.
Have pride they said,
For it is the only one in the universe.
Culture! Culture! Cried the painter,
Oldest of the old.
A single stroke, a blazing hue,
He drew as he was told.
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Cries of the Country
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Beyond the crest
Of the peaceful land of ours,
Of love, compassion and humanity
Stares at us cruelly an untrusted masquerading face
With long red greening teeth, hands blood smeared
In their favourite back-stabbing game waged on since long
Unseen and unhidden from us, but exposed to global eyes.
The so called dogma
Of the people beyond, gone astray
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To dedicate a poem to the members of Kangnew Battalion
by Kinsley Lee
They were the gallant Royal Guards soldiers in Ethiopia
But one days applied to participated the war broken at unknown
Country, far away. They descended the Olympia
To the port. And arrived the land the cannonballs flown.
The name "Kangnew", it means the invincible at the battle,
The heroes wrote the many legends and the core
Operations they carried out. With the sky-high mettle,
They planted the freedom on the land which torn by war.
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Ciel macédonien
by Sanja Atanasovska
Je marche à travers les arcs-en-ciel de quelqu'un d'autre
Je bouge mon âme
dans une petite valise
et j'oublie toutes les pierres
qui venaient de près
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To recollect the battle of Gloster hill(Solma-ri , Imjin River)
by Kinsley Lee
The late spring in the field, the coquelicots are blooming
In this Imjin area, on the vale and hill.
Spring’s coming, the red thieves were looming,
And human-wave attacking, to the Gloster hill.
Here and there, on the hero’s blood,
The flowers’re blooming as the hue of blood.
In this area, one thousand years ago,
The Tang Dynasty Army invaded
And the Silla soldiers blocked their blow.
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Ciel macédonien
by Sanja Atanasovska
Je marche à travers les arcs-en-ciel de quelqu'un d'autre
Je bouge mon âme
dans une petite valise
et j'oublie toutes les pierres
qui venaient de près
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Прапор
by Sanja Atanasovska
Там, де червоний і жовтий кольори,
там і я,
ношу їх із собою і в собі.
Каміння з усіх країн світу
не варте однієї македонської піщинки.
Коли я буду вам потрібна,
ідіть за моїм прапором і знайдете моє коріння.
Переклад із македонської Анни Багряної
Don't Let America Die
by Michael J. Nappi
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how this country used to make me smile
And I knew if I took a chance
And skewed those liars with a lance
Then maybe we’d be happy for a while
They stole our rights and made me shiver
The Constitution became chopped liver
To the poles let’s all schlep
Don’t let them take one more step
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Rule Over Ashes
by Md. Naeem Aziz
In my country where shadows loom,
Ruler cast a pall of gloom.
When Justice Call,
Students stands tall.
They sacrificed their lives,
Answering the call.
They accepted martyrdom,
To bring justice for all.
To rule a nation
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My land’s orphan
by Kira Rodionova
Peaches heated by my sun
A dress so simple and so cotton
Would that child ever come
Back home
Where she is forgotten
Would the wind caress the ankles
Like it did so many times before
Would that land eventually remember
That her daughter is left outdoors?
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