PORTUGAL, MOTHERLAND...
Land of sunshine and tears
Soil seeped in blood
Anguished voices from the past
Continue to call from
your very soul
Private cultured reserved
Where is the laughter
forever quiet, buried
in your bowels
Anquish and pain remain
People reserved and guarded
Suspicious careful quiet
The pain and blood forever
Part of your soul
and continue to call.
Children scattered across the world
Seeking looking hiding
The pain
That is a part of joy, remains buried
Deep beneeth the soil.
Disgraced impoverished
Bogged down by the blood and bones
A rememberance
of the voices calling
Buried in ashes of pain
Land of sunshine and hate
Replaced embittered ignored
Forever filled with cries
of children beneath your soil
and the laughter never more.
E-mail: Rufina Bernardetti Silva Mausenbaum