The dew wet sliding drop
On which some falling sun ray sparkles,
Awaits your tender human touch,
Resists evaporation and scientific discourse,
If you really want it to, the dew drops wait.
I tell you, that struggle for a Homeland
Is pristine and true. And in the end
When you’re doomed you know that homeland was you.
And now when you’re doomed it doesn’t matter cos
History is re-written. Relics in war, like prisoners, ‘re forbidden.