I have been on the roads across
This land
Been through its streets and alleys
Though it was different, all of it
Before I walked here, before
When the forefathers of my forefathers
Were elsewhere
And this land changed and changed again
On the whims of emperors and chiefs and invaders
All of them gone now, bones eroded into dust
Their stories and the stories of this land
Except a select few, all lost to the depths of the rivers of time
The music which abounded the halls and courtyards, the ministers and minstrels
the saints and harlots, the concubines and kings
Life pervaded this land before mine
Which archive do I seek, for the revelation of each?
Each an enigma, and each a door now forever sealed
I, a stranger in my home, this land
Unbeknown, of its past and of mine, I walk
This story, mine, too shall be gambled
On the mood of tomorrow
It’s survival on the shoulders of the unborn
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