Ábula

A land of passion
With its wars in the heart
Bearing years of pain
Enduring the cold and the heat

Your beauty is the illusion
Of the poet who never grew
A reflection of sincerity
That’s in you

The night watches the call of your skin
While humility shines bright
The streets full of color
That lift up the desolation

Living awake to see the dawn
And behold the reality
Surrounded by lovers who die for you
A land for everyone equally