Free Cuba
Free Cuba
To my Mother and Father who lived in a free Cuba
Cuba Libre, Free Cuba. Land of my birth, land of my soul, Cuba libre is what I pray for. Children not able to play, cuba libre was my play ground. My soul can not be free until my Cuba libre is flying her colors for all to see. Once upon a time my free Cuba was proud and free, now my cuba libre is shackled and poor. Let my soul fly with glee once I see my land, my Cuba free.
Luis M Perez
Copyright © Luis Perez | Year Posted 2016
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