Memories, O Souvenirs

Memories of the sunny days Memories of the lunar nights Memories of your sweet kisses Memories of the thundering laughters. Memories of your big smiles Memories of the stormy nights Memories of nice words to say Memories of the fall flowers. Memories of the holiday afternoons On the beaches or beside the dense rivers Memories, souvenirs of yesteryear Memories, remembrances of a proud past. Memories of our country humiliated And vilified by our treacherous brothers Memories of many deadly earthquakes Great reminders that we are dust. Souvenirs, I have many souvenirs Which can make us shudder or blush Remembrances as we recite litanies Memories of countless destroyed lives. Memories of our country in agony Wrapped in the shroud of shame Memories of our brave soldiers and ancestors Who have sacrificed so much for being what we have become. Memories of our contaminated streams By the so-called watchmen of our freedom Remembrances, souvenirs, I have too many dreams Which prevent my defiant soul to hit rock bottom.