"Litva..."
The words feel foreign,
And strange on my tongue.
"I don't like it."
One strike, 2 strikes,
All for expressing an opinion.
How utterly strange is that?
"BESPOLEZNYY!"
Oh how those words
Are uttered with as much
Anger in them as
A bear to a human, having
Stolen its cub.
Why, oh why, Mama,
Is it normal to separate?
Living creatures from
Their families?
"Ya Litva."
This phrase has
Lost its aura of discomfort.
It's second nature now.
"As... How to say again?"
I find myself wondering more and more.
Have I forgot my home?
"Vy stali odnim. YA tak gorzhus', moya litva."
It is so utterly strange how those words,
In that language, can sound so kind and welcome.
"As essu lietuva!"
I have finally remembered, but I wonder relentlessly,
"Why, oh why, mama, have I almost forgotten my Identity?"
YOU ARE READING
Laments of the house in the snow (HETALIA POETRY BOOK)
FanfictionSome members of the former Soviet Union lament on their time at the house in the snow. ~~DISCLAIMER~~ Being Hetalia and poetry, this is not going to be 100% historically accurate. Our deity Himaruya-sama owns Hetalia, not me.
