I have lived long and witnessed much. I have seen spring flowers reflected in smiling eyes diffusing their sweet fragrance around them. I have seen the flowers whither away and disappear into nothingness as I donned a white blanket. I have seen children dance with joy in the rain, squealing with delight as they splashed the puddles. I have laughed with them as they sped through green pastures, their laughter echoing in the sunlit meadows. I have also seen war, death and destruction. And I have cried.
Let me recount a snippet of my long history. This tale started over a century ago when I felt unrest in my bosom. I saw determined men and women strive for a goal with passion and zeal. I saw as they bore injustice and cruelty to make their voices heard. I saw as they were oppressed for raising their voices and later killed for their dreams and beliefs. And I cried.
In the year 1947, I witnessed the success of those determined individuals. I witnessed them yell out in joy as they achieved their goal and look forward to a brighter future holding their ideologies and beliefs close to their hearts. I witnessed the birth of a new nation. Yet, at the same time, I saw those people leave behind their homes, belongings and all that they knew for a new life. I saw them sacrifice their comfort so that their offspring may have a chance at a better future, a better life. I saw as they were tortured, shot and burned for their dreams. I saw myself being torn apart in the name of peace. And I cried.
Years passed before my eyes and I witnessed the change this nation, my people, went through. I saw them lose sight of their goals, ideologies and beliefs. I saw them stray from their paths, their unity dissolve, their faith dwindle and their discipline fade. I saw families being destroyed over hunger for dominance and I witnessed as they tore away yet another part of me. I saw it all…and I screamed for someone to hear me, to stop, to remember. Yet, no one answered. And I cried.
Sixty-three years later, I witnessed my people getting worse. I saw them divide over race, religion and land. I saw them kill over money, revenge and petty differences. I saw the death and destruction they have brought over me. I pleaded for them to stop, to remember why I was divided in the first place, what their ancestors gave up their life for, why I was given to them. Yet, the answer to my pleas was blood falling on my soil like raindrops. And I cried.
My light wanes now. I shout, scream, plead and beg for someone to hear me, to listen, to remember the past, the ideology, the dream that formed the foundation of my sacrifice. I plead for somebody to care, to keep my flame burning. Yet no one stops, nobody hears me and I am rewarded with silence. My hope withers…
And I cry.
Just a little something I came up with for Independence day 2010. I hope it is clear and makes sense (it was much better in my head). I tried to keep it objective so it might come off as a little vague. Well, the audience is most welcome to draw conclusions.
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Until next time. Take care!