My country
Is of pain
My country
Is of sorrow
My country
Is a chorus
Of wildness
My country
Is the song
Of tribulations
My country
Has been whipped
By torture
My country
Has been denied
The light
My country
Weeps loudly
In the dark
My country
Is naked and bruised
By fate
My country
Is not allowed
To breathe
My country
Waits to be born
Patiently
My country
Is a dream
My country
Is a grave
My country
Cannot wait another minute
My country
I carry its borders
Around my heart
My country
Do not doubt
You exist
You love
You thirst
You give
And you will rise
Embracing justice
Embracing me
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
