Poetry
By:
Dionisio de Jesus Lopes
Millions of bones have purchased you,
Millions of bloodsheds have showered you,
Millions of shelters and crowns were banished,
My bloody land, so tirelessly, be vigilant!
My bloody land!
Your force over the mountains have seeded,
Your true dark nights and days are ended,
But your true shiny candle remains a struggle.
My bloody land!
Your old unheard voices have been heard,
Your old conceived dream has come true,
But your true dream is still absurd.
My bloody land!
Show us your true dreamer,
The one who’s a true healer,
Show us your true candle lighter.
