Dark Night

I have beheld the night, relentless and vast,

As souls are chased through tempests of despair. 

Our lineage dragged into the mire of sorrow, 

By the merciless hounds of unbridled cruelty.

I have heard voices shatter the silence, 

Cries for deliverance, yet met with void— 

Perhaps it is the fate of our motherland, 

Yet still survives a fragile ember, called humanity.

Within my heart, this anguish takes root, 

Yet unwavering, I cling to dawn’s promise— The hour when a lone bird shall herald triumph, 

And the nightingale weave hymns of sweetest grace.

At times I question the weight of my name, 

A stranger exiled in the soil of my birth, 

Dwelling as an alien in my own homeland, 

Yet still I dream of the day I belong.