Havana Lamentation
Is this the city that was called
the perfection of beauty,
the joy of all the earth?
How lonely sits the city
that was full of people!
How like a widow has she become,
she who was great among the nations!
She who was a princess among the provinces
has become a slave.She weeps bitterly in the night,
with tears on her cheeks;
among all her lovers
she has none to comfort her;
all her friends have dealt treacherously with her;
they have become her enemies.
Inspiration: Myrna Blyth interviews Ramiro Fernandez, I Was Cuba author.