An ode to the motherland

thought of as the damsel in distress with no one to address once known as the golden bird manages all of life's ultimate vissicitudes with great sturd a sovereign state silenced ,yet it's far reaching echoes could be heard an ode to the motherland in the vast world ,a serene oasis in the scorchingly hot sand fought fiercely against colonial subjugation printed her own sacred mark ,a nation gracefully lays her peacock wings exhibits her porcupine thorns if anyone dares to sting it's time to protect her bruised dignity in everlasting ordeals of adversity she proudly adorns the garment of the blood her people shed on her neck as identity her cluched ruthlessly grabbed hair,her people's disturbed sanity her palequin of starry dreams brought down to the dusty gruesome grounds of unreasonable colonial absurdity it's time to fight to spare no one who strikes in sight An ode to our motherland in the vast world,a serene oasis in the scorchingly hot sand