Question to God
Oh, you cherry God!
Do you not see my eyes,
like a source of blood
with tears strewn
heart and soul cut.
Tags in the veins wear,
for mercy beg ..
Persecuted, separated from the mother lump,
adopted in various directions.
Wailing everywhere, childish
cry,
for motherly lap caught,
barefoot, naked, hungry,
their souls are constricted,
but to save life in someone else’s country they run away ..
Ooooo, You Cherry God,
have mercy on ours
trouble,
for everyone aspires to freedom,
no one wants slavery ..
My tears do not stop
are cast as an inexhaustible source,
until I saw freedom
and a country of his own
I will be your slave.
For you are the one who gave us life,
please save us from
this pain,
which is for me, and will remain
unproblem.
In front of you on your knees will
I kneel,
I heal the wounds of my soul with prayer,
Create peace in the country
my,
Because I am a foreigner in a foreign land,
everyone loves their lump
from your country ..
And I love mine …
Milka Minkova
Macedonia
