A dead to my people

People gone are they Yet still stay I Illuminating them in my salitued My friends. My family . My country........My people DEAD. They remain The knots of my home are submerged by the tears and blood of my people My beloved people Yet still I remain Like when mi Amor was here And my people loved and lived in the bounty of life When the vallies, hills and mountains Of my country were scorched down by the burning sun So did my people Every one burn Turned to ash Yet I walked unscathed No cut or burns They withered away And still I remain