Zalenna

zalenna/-noun, verb:
to be set free,
a sense of belonging.

tell me
is it still raining there?
tell me…
or has spring settled in?

tell me…
do the monsters still rage in fury?
tell me…
do the men still venture to vanquish
every ounce of rationality?

tell me…
did you dream of the hills again?
tell me…
did you fall asleep near the backwaters again?

tell me about your dreams
And I’ll tell you about mine..
Ill spell it out for you in the letters of every language;

For this Land
of folklores and magic,
For this Land-
the keeper of tradition and rituals,
For this Land
of myth and reason;
I must dream
And ease the spirit.

I must dream of death and wars,
And I must dream of evil.
Before I dream of Resistance.

I must dream away;
every shred of idiocy
Before I dream of wisdom.

I must deafen the uncanny sounds
of pride and arrogance
Before I dream of freedom.

So I must go…
to the edge of faith
and move mountains
I must go;
to the house of memory

And find in there-
All I need to see me through today.
All the hopes,
All the cries,
And all the blood

Zalenna/-
the freedom of the soul..

the dream to be free…
the dream to live free..
the dream to die free..

the dream to live and die free…
free of bigotry,
free of ignorance,
free of the cruelty of the state.

Some live that dream,
Some die to live that dream.

So I must continue to dream…
I must heave the red carnelian beads
and string them to my neck
As I gather the broken arrows
That fly east of my hill,
Where the birds still come to sing,
Where my grandfather’s stone is,
And where his mother’s grave is.

Trapped inside the plastered walls,
I must move them
And move with them.

Because there is only
So much knowledge in me
To question the nobility of the firearm
That kills

Because there is only
So much in me
To protest the nobility of the nation
That kills

Because there is only
So much in me
Of a boiling rage,
I must stand on my two feet

than accept the
Authority of the State
That desecrates the bones
Of my men.

So when I fight to live my dream,
When I set fire to the sky,
When I rip my demons apart,
Will you too?
Will you hand me the ribbon and pull me up?