Ay Llorona

You walk by silently 

Yet, you  scream to find your kids

As you pass we shake violently 

As the creek flows as we place are farewell bids

Let us go rightfully

 

Just set us free 

Please , Miss

Let us go by the tree

Into the dark abyss

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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