Algeria, my sky

Abdel Kader rode with his green and white flag

And saved thousands although exiled in Syria

And he was seperated from his sky

And Franz Fanon fell in love

With a people that he witnessed being abused

And then he asked to lay with them when death took his body

The moon is the land that holds me to her

Tethered to her soil

And the stars her enduring people

Whose broken hearts are healing

The sun has risen for Algeria

Not meteoric

But the sky is filled with brilliant sunlight

And the sea is glistening with a million shards of gold

Broken glass but gilded

And her body juts into the cresting sea

In the cradle of Tipasa

Her people are a canvas

Of thick and diverse oil paints

And watercolored memories

Of painful times

But love endures

In the faces of the martyrs

Who's photographs speak to me

Saying my babies, my people

My strong, enduring beautiful ones

The darkness is ending

And the sky is full of gold and azure fabric

With black earth receiving the tears of the lost

And the new trains are arriving

And the birds from other countries are arriving

And carrying joy and acknowledgement

Of all the mother sky, my Algeria has endured

My sun, my glorious Algeria

I see the roses that haunt your streets

I see the joy that is illuminating the eyes of your children

I walk beneath the monument of the martyrs

And I hear the martyrs say to me

Tell our stories , one by one

Tell of our bravery, sacrifice and loss

Then tell our children that we did not die in vain

We knew that a day would come

when we could be mighty and beloved

And the shackles of the foreigners would be released

And we would grow

And we the Algerians would suffer

And then one day

The sun would shine

And we the Algerians would call the people

Of the world

And show them that although we were beaten

Although we had lost so much

Although it was painful

And we bled and cried

That we would stand like a sentinel

For all to see

Mighty, beautiful, Mother Algeria

With the sunlight filling the sky

Cry no more my children

The martyrs died for you

And left behind a savagely beautiful land

Who's heart could not be killed

And people not buried and destroyed

Because Algeria is a sunfilled sky

And her people bloom like flowers

And water cools her thristy sand

In my garden that I love, the land I adore

And Algeria my sun is the mother of them all

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