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A Time Long Past
A time my nation proud
Sweat poured, from enlightened brows
Being proud, being strong
Reverend land, we belonged
Times past, we were free
Unlike now, of bitter needs
The land our home, where
we wandered, where we roamed
Knowledge and love of land
Where we died, by hated hands
When roads fall with fainted age
When hearts our land un-caged
Ancestors pass through ember gates
Forested plains and long-lived hates
That set them free and seal their fates
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"Knowledge and love of land
Where we died, by hated hands"
This poem was moving. Bitterly honest. |
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| This is very powerful, especially the end. |
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It's a great poem, with a real message.
"Times past, we were freeā? - time is changing, thereā??s no progress, and we are longing for the past...
Pride and sacrifice have nothing in common; unfortunately, many people are egocentric, and this destroys nations. Too bad we can't change things.
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Comment by: Min - 2006-06-13 11:50
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| This was strong and rang true. |
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Comment by: suleem - 2006-06-12 15:18
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| Great write Jaan. Why is it so important to conquer and control what we do not understand. |
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