My Beloved Country

When I see you burning
Tears fill my eyes
Crying children and mothers
Make my heart bleed
Blood covered bodies of youth
Burn my soul
Valiant guerrillas fighting to liberate you
Keep my spirit high
My heart says
Oppressors will be defeated
Victory is ours
Flag will be raised
And that day is near

This poem is about: 
My country
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