My country, I will build you again,
if need be, with bricks made from my life.
I will build columns to support your roof,
if need be, with my bones.
I will inhale again the perfume of flowers favoured by your youth.
I will wash again the blood off your body with torrents of my tears.
Once more, the darkness will leave this house.
I will paint my poem blue with the colour of our sky.
Resilience, resolve and hope embedded in the lines from the poem, My County, I will Build You Again, reve
has been a journalist for almost two decades now, both in print and electronic media.
