El Grito de Lares (11th hour) -poetry prompt

Land of star shaped green trees that speak of atrocities

Mountain Terrains carved with sacred secret spots of our pain

Forever hidden from our oppressors

who murdered

us for capital gain

Tiny frogs

sing songs

of celestial nights

While we gathered ourselves for a fitting fight

September, we remember,

surrounded by our own elements of Earth, Wind, and Fire

As we designed a rebellion

to swiftly gain justice,

a dream we deservedly desire

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