"A Ballad of a Nation's Soul"

They tried to erase us,
with treaties,with tanks,
with silence meant to drown our name.
But we remembered.
In the whisper of snow,
in footsteps over cobbled stones and ruins,
we whispered:Poland,land of our fathers,
you live in us.

They divided us with maps,
but never in spirit.
We sang under our breath,
hid books beneath floorboards,
turned off the light-
not out of fear,
but out of dignity.
Our language lived
in lullabies
and the last words of the dying.

The eagle fell,
but never bowed.
We stood in the smoke of burning cities
with empty hands
and unbroken hearts.
From ashes,we built hope;
from hunger-faith;
from loss-strength.

When they came with boots
and foreign flags,
we became the forest-
silent, watchful,
eternal.
Our resistance
was not born of hatred,
but of love
too deep to die.

In Warsaw,
the stones remember children
with poems in their pockets.
In Katyn,
the silence still weeps,
and the trees
lean as if they are listening.

And when the shipyard gates opened,
we rose again-
not with revenge,
but with voices.
A million hearts
beating as one,
saying:Enough.
And the world heard us.

Today we wall free
on streets paved with sacrifice.
The wind carries the voices
of those who could not stay-
but they are not gone.
They are the soul of every anthem sung,
every flag raised,
every quiet act of courage.

This is the Polish blues:
not a song of sorrow,
but a memory.
A flame
passed gently
from hand to hand.
This is us-
a nation that cannot be conquered,
because we chose to endure.

Poland,land of our fathers,
your heart beats in us
forever.