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We are born from ashes
From Wars
And Hatred
And Hope
And Trust.
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And lived
And loved
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
Their lives.
Their dreams.
Their wishes.
Their feelings.
Their history.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
By battles
Treaties
Alliances
Wars
Peace
Conquest
Destruction
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Immortal.
And Alone.
Powerful.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and trust, by wishes and dreams of humans, without being one of them.
I am a Nation.
From Wars
And Hatred
And Hope
And Trust.
Feed by deaths
Watered by blood
Blood of wars and our children
Deaths of whose who fought
And lived
And loved
And trust in us
In their people
In their country
In me, their Nation.
Raised by humans
Not being one of them.
But it doesn't matter
I am their leader
I am their child
They lived for me
And I am theirs.
Their lives.
Their dreams.
Their wishes.
Their feelings.
Their history.
I had to be bought to be all theirs.
By battles
Treaties
Alliances
Wars
Peace
Conquest
Destruction
During centuries, they paid the price of blood.
And I paid mine.
Today, I'm here.
Immortal.
And Alone.
Powerful.
Because of pain.
No pain, no gain.
I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.
Alone besides my fellows.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I am not an human.
I am not a God.
I am not an Angel
I am not an Evil.
We are Nations.
I am a Nation
I am a Nation!!
Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and trust, by wishes and dreams of humans, without being one of them.
I am a Nation.
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A quick text I had in my mind...be gentle with the english mistakes and with the style, it's the first time I write something as near as poetry like this...
It can be applied at all the Nations, so I didn't precise who spoke (It began with "We are", then the Nation speaks alone, then they are together once again, and then the Nation is alone at the end)
There are a lot of references to war and death, because, look at the history: all the countries have dark hours in their histories, and the ones who survived had sometimes to destroy others; it is the law of strongest.
This is how the world works.
Maybe it's just my mood who made me write this...
It can be applied at all the Nations, so I didn't precise who spoke (It began with "We are", then the Nation speaks alone, then they are together once again, and then the Nation is alone at the end)
There are a lot of references to war and death, because, look at the history: all the countries have dark hours in their histories, and the ones who survived had sometimes to destroy others; it is the law of strongest.
This is how the world works.
Maybe it's just my mood who made me write this...
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This is incredible! Sounds like something in a history class.