She was termed a hybrid,
Governed by the Sultan,
Rescued by the Caucasian,
Raped by the Japanese,
Her children restored her strength,
Hard they worked changing their motherland,
A system they grew comfortable in,
Her grandchildren were born exhausted,
The standards set up high,
Were stealing their youth,
They stood up demanding change,
Change in the very same crib their parents slept in,
Towards a better tomorrow they wail,
Frustration birthed despair,
Despair led to hate,
Far away the youths flew,
Vowing never to come back again to the stubborn parental brood,
But deep within their hearts,
The warm nestle of home they yearn,
Knowing there’s no place like it,
A truce her grandchildren seek,
With the generations of yester-year,
But pride has its own agenda,
A family remains broken apart.
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