Green Flowers Poem by Sol Valeria

In the land where greed rules
colonizing, like smoke over air
you'd hear drums marching down the street
growing a revolutionary flame.

In the land where money is an idol
you'd notice a lie in four words
'In God we trust' is the motto since 1864
I have a simple question, something you don't expect;
Can you trust something you don't respect?

In the land where every death, every sweat drop,
and every tear is worthless in the eyes of power
you'd see young people dreaming
that from each one bloom green flowers

In the land where egoism abounds
fertilized by whispers of the wick
you'd feel a fearless atmosphere
the crowd singing with adrenaline:

'Freedom or death!
Never your slaves!
Despite it all,
this is still the land of the brave! '