A million flames saw I Bleeding in my mothers eye On my grave, o’er our graves On Eritrea’s flaming martyrs Day Knelt with intense prayers she With wrinkled hands and wrinkled hate Searched for me; Reached for me Bursting aside the buried rubbles of fate Broke! The realm of silent time Answering the last riddle of time ‘For mortals can touch immortals When moving prayers match eternals’ Suddenly bright, transported was I Celestially under my mothers eye Cozily swaddled lovingly familiar Beneath my mothers ‘Natsela’ of love She … Clasped me; covered me; Cuddled me; cradled me; Carried me proudly high Marching past the freedom flagged sky Saw I… Proud freedom fluttering high Freedom colors splashed in the sky Reds, Yellows, Blues and Greens Freedom, Freedom, Freedom dreams Saw I… Our generations, ten thousand generations In prophetic flashes of seers light Brothers, Sisters, Mothers, fathers Their Futures futures becoming bright Then… From beneath her comforting ‘Natsela’ saw I Another enlightened with six under her eye ‘Time!’ they said and dusk it was Thought flaming days would always last A strong breed of martyrs were they Only their mother and celestial dare say Questioned heavens moved Hells Only the flaming truth can ever tell For… We drank! We drank! The decades crush Of blood, sweat and blinding dust To redeem our land off the occupational lust Strangely fearless… We rushed! We rushed! Into the deaths crush When… an alien shrapnel burst my brain I froze death… murmuring my mothers name My mother screamed, Freedom screamed… Shaken… My shrill voiceless voice rose high Awakening all others nearby For a million flames saw I Still bleeding in my mothers eye
