seedlings

Godefridus Niemans

Seedlings


Obstinate and agressive was the ennemie attack
whistling bullit rains deafened our ears , granates created a battlefied
Blood filled our trenches but couregeous we fought back
and unbeatable appeared our defensive shield .

Victorie turned us into heroes, still
one bullit was kept behind
for a traitor to pick up the bill
of his betrayal

from the mothers womb were given birth
young couregous men
thrown in a pit and into seedlings
they turned covered with native earth.

Irrigated by our tears the cemetrey counts one thousand flowers,
As a memorie of this

Will there be another price for freedom ever?