The great heart of Belarus awakensTo greet this new day.Her face shines brightlyAgainst centuries of subjectionTo ill-fitting lowness.She rises proudly, casts offHer tattered prisoner’s garmentWorn threadbare by generations of toil.She washes her face, cleans her feetRinses from her handsThe grit and grime of oppression.This morning she knows—Liberty awaits her in the open air.This morning she …
