WORD OF THE GUERILLA
.
Because my fatherland is beautiful,
like a sword in the air,
and grander now and even
more beautiful yet,
I speak and defend it
with my life.
I don't care what the traitors say,
we have closed the past
with thick tears of steel.
Heaven is ours,
our daily bread,
we have planted and harvested
the wheat and the earth,
and the wheat and the earth
are ours,
and the sea
and the mountains and the birds
will always belong to us.
.
Peru
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