What Happened to Motherland?
In the town’s village square
Under the shady chestnut tree
I silently rested there
And thoughtfully asked the old tree
“Can you keep me safe here?
Protect me from what I cannot see”
Away from loaded guns
Pointed at daughters and sons
Away from bullets and bombs
Meant for dads and moms
“Can you keep the village street free?
Like how the motherland used to be”
