Herritage of liberation

Since it was you who in all these thin seasons gave to our minds the visions to life they were ours.They broke the enemies'encirclements so let our children live with our voices with all the plentifulness of nightmares let them bury us in the mountain to remind them of our wanderings the sunset steal our youth we must depart. We must follow the trail of the killer-bird or else sleep th sleep of terror to generation hereafter.May they inherit our dream of the festival we who watched the eagle roam over our heads we who smelt the acrid smell of death.