Sun rises the final day is coming
Sun rises the final day is coming
I got lucky but also was sad
of leaving my battered house.
The past 5 years were my last in Habana
The past 5 years were my last in Habana
Saying Goodbye to friends and my grandpa
All of those bad memories stay in Habana.
Seeing my people protest and
dying in the hands of the law
Seeing Cubans standing the voice
but that voice falls in the hands of the law.
People dying because of the bad healthcare
People dying because of hunger
People dying because of the need for of freedom
People dying because of a dictatorship.
The need to earn a bright future
The need to earn a reputation
The need to earn happiness
The need to earn a good life.
YOU ARE READING
Memories from a survivor
PoetryThis emotional poem is based on the current situations of Cubans in their land.
