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    The Colors of a Country
    The Colors of a Country
    The Colors of a Country
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    The Colors of a Country

    By Sebastián Velásquez

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    "The Colors of a Country" is a book of poems that shows off the enormous beauty of Colombia, but also its great contradictions, like violence and armed conflict.

    With this book I am trying to bring awareness to the reader about our true riches and the absurdity of war.

    It is a short book written from the heart and it is an invitation to heal old wounds and to see our regions and our people from a different perspective.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateJun 6, 2022
    ISBN9781667434384
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      The Colors of a Country - Sebastián Velásquez

      For my homeland,

      Colombia.

      Yellow

      Wealth

      Our land was ransacked,

      pillaged and poisoned,

      the blindness of the men

      brought horror upon us,

      driven mad for wealth

      they looted and killed,

      the river playing witness

      to their terrifying acts.

      They arrived with their silver helmets

      and their companions and idealists

      looking for gold, silver and bronze

      and all sorts of precious stones

      their royal courts were after.

      They called them savages and animals

      and they subdued them and tortured them

      they stole everything, their treasures and art

      and it still wasn’t enough

      even cutting off their hands

      like the hallmark of an absent-minded madman.

      The women were raped

      put down and defiled,

      their cries of pain and their moans

      were heard all over the mountain.

      Who could be the perpetrator of such villainy?

      was it the wealth and its macabre litany?

      was it the crown and its stinginess?

      or was it the white men

      and the demon that possessed them?

      Dawn

      A country that has suffered much anguish

      deserves a lengthy respite

      a peaceful rest,

      to breathe deeply

      to start the day singing.

      Thousands of mutilated bodies

      asking not to be forgotten,

      for the madness that took them away

      stopped them from seeing the beautiful sunset.

      A bloodstained Earth

      clumsily sown

      with seeds of hate and scorn

      needs to be plowed once again

      with love and lots of strength.

      The horrible night does not yield

      the countryside is damaged

      and in the middle of the jungle

      the tree cries out to be loved.

      It is almost dawn

      all seems dark and ruined

      a new day is born

      with the anguish of the past

      but with ray of hope

      shining out.

      Stay strong my homeland!

      may your last

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