Krista Posted February 23, 2004 Report Share Posted February 23, 2004 24.02.1918 “War. Brave men dying. Blood everywhere.... Screaming....crying....pain. Shot, slaughtered, murdered. Then the victory came! The great victory after centuries of occupation” The hall is quiet... Everybody is listening, calmly, with lonely tears in eyes. The tears of pride. “Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! LIBERTY!!! VABADUS!!!!” The silence seems almost sacred, As if in the holy groves worshipping the ancient gods. No christianity that has violated freedom, the true freedom in the estonian soul but it outlived the german god, it outlived the soviet atheism. Now it is free again - free to rise again. The hall is silent, History itself can be seen in people`s faces. The air is thick of patriotism. Holy silence taking over, taking over wars, foreigners, enemies to rule. The Estonian spirit is to rule now. Music is filling the hall. Magical northern sounds are floating in the room, reaching to every single person. Everybody is listening, listening to ancient spirits who talk through this music, who touch young people`s hearts. VABADUS! VABADUS! VABADUS! The snow is calmly falling outside.... Falling and falling and falling..... big snowflakes...cold snow behind the window. They are free as us. “But the time shall come in future When all splinters by both tips will Really flare up into fire, Flame of fire will bring freedom, Carve hand out of rocky prison - The the Kalev will come home and, Making happy all successors, Alter the Estonian eras.” said Father Kreutzwald and his prediction has come true… Kalev came... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted February 26, 2004 Report Share Posted February 26, 2004 Being Irish I can sense the same kind of jubilation running through your poem as I would imagine my own kinsmen felt soon after that date when we gained our freedom from the English after 800 years of occupation. Thank you for reminding me just how much work some things take. Thank you for reminding me just how long and hard some toiled for the world in which we live today. Thank you for reminding me that human spirit is something not easily destroyed. A great poem and story well told. Well done Krista. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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