Oh, my homeland
I don't know how to define you,
whether it is your land or your people,
some abstract idea
or those who now are absent

Oh, my homeland
you died from lack of conscience,
an unusual detachment;
they sold your freedom for coins
that today do not even pay
your burial with of grace

Those of us who loved you
and in fact we still do,
are left in limbo,
in deep agony,
that filled us with thorns
tearing our lives apart

They left us desolate 
those soulless opportunists;
we were orphaned of justice
leaving only your memory
that have also shattered

They snuffed out the stars
of your splendid flag
and with pain it was witnessed
the brave people have silenced
the same that proudly
once sang to you

You almost became the homeland
that Bolivar dreamt of...., 
but the ambition for power
did not allow it to happen 
and finally triumphed over you

©Noris Roberts