A shattered island, a broken chain,
Sixty-five years beneath the reign,
The cries of hunger, the sea's cold embrace,
A generation lost, erased without a trace.
Millions fled, their dreams in hand,
Chased by shadows, cursed by land,
The waves their graves, the salt their tears,
Freedom's promise drowned by fears.
Blackouts and silence, the void screams loud,
Under the weight of a darkened shroud,
The streets crumble, the people wail,
In the shadow of a tyrant's tale.
Exodus of shadows, dreams swept away,
Cuba bleeds as the skies turn gray.
The rulers feast in gilded halls,
While empty plates line crumbling walls,
Children scavenge for a piece of bread,
Hope dies slow while the heart grows dead.
No light, no power, just endless night,
The people's will crushed under might,
Generations burn beneath the sun,
Chained to despair, nowhere to run.
The sea whispers secrets of those who tried,
The freedom they sought, in waves they died,
The sand remembers their fleeting fight,
The moon their witness, cold and white.
Blackouts and silence, the void screams loud,
Under the weight of a darkened shroud,
The streets crumble, the people wail,
In the shadow of a tyrant's tale.
Exodus of shadows, dreams swept away,
Cuba bleeds as the skies turn gray.
Blood and salt, the scars remain,
The land still weeps in endless pain,
From Havana's shores to the endless sea,
A silent cry: "When will we be free?"