"O' Chechnya land of the brave and spirited warriors"

O' Chechnya land of the brave and spirited warriors,
O' Chechnya land of majestic mountains and sweet waters,
Yes you O' Chechnya the coveted work of art who's tormenter is blinded by
your beauty and magnificence. ( Evil doers know not)

The meadows have dressed you with the foliage that wing creatures can only
dream of, in your battle field hope is heard from its foreign visitors, they
cry out in jubilee, singing well orquestrated chorus, there tunes are
enchantment to the ears of the natives.

Creation spoke in riddles when you came forth, the almighty God stretched
his hand in blessings, you were the masters achievements, He labour in pain
in you're up bringing.

O' Chechnya your spirit can't be broken and the enemies in the battle
field shake in fear because there is warmth in fluid that sustains life.
There is love and unity in what remains, that to be adequate because
abundance is not necessary advantage.

O' Chechnya the world sees little of you and tongues and mad people of the
world have distorted views of a land which is part of creation. Humans like
all others and in many ways more prone to reason than all others.

The promise land is in your midst, paradise belongs to he whos struggles for
the good cause of its people, O' Chechnya I will see you in paradise or die
trying.

Paradise does not belong to the faithless Jews who sold the Christ, whose
blessings God revoked, O' Chechnya hold strong and roll well because
blessings are sure in God Almighty.

O' Chechnya land of the mujahideen, the white warriors of the
mountains.. How many men wish to serve you! and how many have missed! yet the
struggle continues and I see the faces of Shamil, Abu Hafs, Tahir Bataev,
there faces smiling with graceful humbleness, there memories like a mighty
wave that gets stronger as it picks up time.

Chechnya mother land that shelters its offspring's in the bosom of caves,
peaks, valleys and evergreens, from the oppressor and destroyer...awake,
awake and consume them in your wrath and fire.

O' Chechnya if only God had error ( in choosing the Jews, and He did!) why
did He not look any further in Chechnya the land of faithful warriors? ( and
He has)...God almighty bless the land of the mujahideen and the Great spirit
be the driving force in all its actions.

By Ralph G.

the Puerto Rican poet

KC

The Letter's department