Children of Bolivar
by Gabriela Azeem-Angel
Gloria al bravo pueblo
The people shout from the street
As they march,
Banging pots and pans
That echo
Like their empty stomachs.
Gloria al bravo pueblo
Scream the students in defiance
From behind barricades
Made from debris of destruction
Lobbing stones
At the comfortable,
Who hide behind bullets.
Gloria al bravo pueblo
Cry the parents
Who once laid their children
To sleep in cribs,
Only to rest them now in graves
From daring to fight
For a better tomorrow.
Gloria al bravo pueblo
Glory, to the brave people,
These children of Bolivar,
Who in the face of adversity
Rise up another day
To spit in the face of tyranny.
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