A Cry from History
A cry from history,
Influences my journey and path,
They concentrated on my search for something that existed previously.
In place of what it is,
Burdens me, much,
I heard the cry.
My family’s ancestors from the past,
Be attentive to their warning.
Of my future,
Be mindful as I navigate my path.
Isn’t our blood identical?
Does powder not compose my bones?
No. We do not share the same thoughts, the same mind.
Our creations are distinct from each other.
Yet, embodying the likeness of the Almighty,
A cry from history,
That shapes and defines my future,
As I go through silently, the suffering, trials, and tribulations persist.
Empowers me to embrace my destiny,
The cry reached my ears.
My future is going to change.
