Daisy C. Fernandez
My People Are Not Free - Poem by Daisy C. Fernandez
Where was I born? In a Caribbean Island,
Cuba, "The Pearl of the Antilles," said Christopher Columbus.
It is beautiful, indeed, but my people are not free.
They don't have the freedom to vote or to speak.
There is hunger and there is pain,
All because of a ruthless man who refuses to change.
How many have died and how many more will?
The world just watches; nothing has been done.
I remember how we used to dance and sing.
There is sadness and there are tears.
We pray and we wait for freedom to touch their lives again.
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