Freeland

In the land I reside so free
No foe dares cross her border
Can no man rob of it.

A true old land rich and rare
Freedom her trait, and sorrow not an entity.

In a (whole) new ballgame, a myriad of foray work against her forcefully.
Bringing my running to a slow crawl, instilling a neurotic fear.
In hope sank all dreams and the fate of the downtrodden remains.
Hostilities soar coercing Her offspring to rise in arms.
Leaving everything in skirmish.

Out of the deepest sorrow
Oh! Says the heart.
Anger wrapped up in deceit
Hands in pure malice.
Mind screams and no one hears its sigh.
And grief consumes the flesh.
I tire so of lamenting my Land fuming with flames.

To the Land I am so native to
Where mirth is nowhere near
Tears the mind, can't tell the hurt and torture.
Pains the heart, can't share!

While the breathe have power
Vengeance shall not cease until death comes to heal.
Freedom not in need after death nor live on tomorrow's bread.
I shall not cease my earthly life until I redress the pains or save Her from erasure.

Still and all
The fury will die as the wind dies down
Sorrows and elegies may last for a night
At the end
They too shall pass when the armageddon ends
And Her liberation established.