Mothers courage

Evening falls in the fields
and the wind already calm
from the clear sky of black clouds
it landed smashing to the ground
the leaves yellowed by eternal silences
women dripping bitter drops
and love torn from the womb.
The thousand souls marched proudly
clenched fists tied hands
serene faces, never dull eyes
step firmly in the chest pain
of wounded women and humiliated mothers
singing the hymn of their only cry
they came united in sincere hearts.
Crowds cheering open arms
welcomed by embracing
lives broken by adverse winds
voices of freedom and songs of joy
the pure souls acclaimed
giving them true values
and the struggles of a thousand battles expected
at the crossing of the friendly fraternal paths.

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