A Free Verse For Nation and CountryA Chapter by Dani The UnreviewedJust a poem
Rusty blade nailed on the wall,
Glorious past, where are you buried? We'll dig out our once proud country, Torn nation, Beautiful history. Heavy storms attack the beautiful Hungarian Kárpát mountains, And wild winds rage through the valleys. I can feel its cold blow, Raging power, Flaming rage. From east to west its fire burns, So it will burn down what's evil to this nation. Let this country rise with pride, And we'll say long live the freedom, again, together. Don't let a day pass, The blacksmith shall work, Swords we need once again, Shining steel. Don't let rust eat your blade, So bitter, and beautiful it is these days, being Hungarian. © 2016 Dani The UnreviewedAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDani The UnreviewedTankcsapda, Agyarország, GermanyAboutHello, I am Polarr. Your 12-year-old writer from the other standpoint of the world. more..Writing
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