Unforgettable Memories

On this hill I stand, recalling my youth,
My gaze sweeps over an image of virtue,
An image of what once was—my village, my home.
The winding paths tell a story,
An unforgettable tale I’ll carry with me always.

The memories of that land will never fade,
My heart heavy with the weight of past sorrows.
Before I left, there was only trouble,
We departed without knowing where to go,
Forced out—sons and daughters alike.

Greedy men stole our cherished land,
Mercilessly, they killed our fathers,
Mothers and children were slaughtered,
Right before our eyes—this pain, I cannot forget.

In our village, sorrow rained from the sky,
Streams of blood soaked the sacred earth.
A home we once loved, now lost to us,
We fled as fast as we could,
Our lives in our own hands, relying on our feet.

Someone, help me erase these memories—
The voices crying for their loved ones,
The fathers’ laments for their lost families,
The mothers and sons—misery etched in their eyes,
This haunting illusion disturbs my mind in silence.

I wish I could start again,
Maybe avoid this hopeless day,
But wait—could those men still be driven by greed?
Could their hands still reach to steal from the poor?
If only humanity could soften their hearts with mercy.

We were tortured not just that day,
But forever—these scars will trouble us always.
I wish the dignity of all people were honored,
The poor allowed to live, the rich fighting oppression.
Someone, give me an eraser to wipe away these memories