Patria

patria, patria, call her along
she sings and praises with whims from afar
show her the innocents, the children she’s wronged
and show her the bones in her chariot car

patria, patria, senseless and mute
scuffling limestone with each tender sole
assuming a call would raise arms to this brute
who shovels up parts of who used to be whole

patria, patria, open your eyes
don’t close your lids as you let your heads bow
the deceitful “Integrity” dons a disguise
o patriotas, how could you dance now?

   

      

Copyright L.M. 2007.  (inspired by “Political Prison in Cuba” by José Martí, 1871).

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