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They say the sun always shines on your skin,
you are a song of struggle and of faith within.
But in your streets walks sorrow and loss,
endless lines for just a handful of rice.
Cuba is hungry, left in despair,
a muffled cry hanging in the air.
Old promises that will never arrive,
the people wait for a new sunrise.
Dreams are missing, and bread is gone,
no medicine found when the nights grow long.
The sea reflects the will to flee,
a weary people longing to be free.
Cuba is bleeding while waiting in pain,
the voice falls silent, no cry to remain.
They call it freedom, a revolution’s song,
but in the heart there is only wrong.
Freedom remained in a yesterday past,
bars in silence hide truths that won’t last.
Those who protest never return,
fear is the ruler at every turn.
Cuba longs to walk unchained,
to break the walls, to dream again.
There’s no equality without the truth,
there’s no justice without proof.
There is no future without a voice,
there is no path without a choice.
Among the ruins, a heartbeat stays,
but the wound will never fade away.
Cuba does not rise from pain,
it breaks no silence, just seeks the flame.
A hungry people, a stolen peace,
no hope remains, no life to keep.
(mmm-mmm-mmm… fading out, sorrowful, like a lament lost in the air)
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Title CUBA
They say the sun always shines on your skin,
you are a song of struggle and of faith within.
But in your streets walks sorrow and loss,
endless lines for just a handful of rice.
Cuba is hungry, left in despair,
a muffled cry hanging in the air.
Old promises that will never arrive,
the people wait for a new sunrise.
Dreams are missing, and bread is gone,
no medicine found when the nights grow long.
The sea reflects the will to flee,
a weary people longing to be free.
Cuba is bleeding while waiting in pain,
the voice falls silent, no cry to remain.
They call it freedom, a revolution’s song,
but in the heart there is only wrong.
Freedom remained in a yesterday past,
bars in silence hide truths that won’t last.
Those who protest never return,
fear is the ruler at every turn.
Cuba longs to walk unchained,
to break the walls, to dream again.
There’s no equality without the truth,
there’s no justice without proof.
There is no future without a voice,
there is no path without a choice.
Among the ruins, a heartbeat stays,
but the wound will never fade away.
Cuba does not rise from pain,
it breaks no silence, just seeks the flame.
A hungry people, a stolen peace,
no hope remains, no life to keep.
(mmm-mmm-mmm… fading out, sorrowful, like a lament lost in the air)
Work type Literary: Other
Tags poesia
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Entry date Sep 1, 2025, 11:57 PM UTC
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