It is alive and well
on a small but significant island
of green luscious mountains
where the Coqui announces
when the moon shines brightly
and love is in bloom,
It took a few deep breaths and many anguished sighs;
It became desperate at times;
It was angered and disappointed;
it slowly began to loose faith in itself.
But the people sang, danced and stood firm.
They revived the pride of their cultural heritage.
Stood tall to exemplify the martyrs who fought for justice
and their ancestors who died believing
that someday, someway, somehow
they would be heard and taken seriously.
The people raised their collective voices,
They sang, danced and remained faithful
that the song of justice
would be proclaimed from every mountain top.
The people for the people won!
They took charge, organized
fidelity to the idea
that a democracy is where
supreme power is vested in the people.
Our children will listen to the story of today
Our grandchildren will praise the brave
who strove for the truth,
who marched and chanted for justice.
Justice for all!
Even the dead!
God bless Puerto Rico!