Dear Beautiful Yoani
I hear your voice of cry
I hear your scream of pain
I hear your desperation
Mine eyes clouded with tears
I can not see the screen that
I am writing on
My nose runs for
My tears can not expel all the pain alone
My body seized by grip of sorrow from your voice
No I must dry my tears first
No let me regroup my self
No let me regain my composure
True Revolution can only come through deepest understanding
Of the individual not by the society
The society is nothing but sum of the individuals
The change can only come from grass roots
Without roots of strong foundation
What was sowed is blown away which way the wind blows
We hear your voices
We see your shining light
We share your pain
Do not bend when the wind blows
Do not dim the light when cloud threatens
Do not fear for your foundation is sound and strong
Life is but a moment
Beauty and misery all folded into one
But this moment is ours for eternity
This is the hour of moment of true human revolution
Our eyes are opened
Our voices are heard
There is no going back to dark age
where men are slave and rulers are gods
You and we will see to that
______________________________ ____________________________
Thank you for touching my heart
Thanks for opening my eyes to see
The suffering you have endured
Thanks for the courage to be heard
Thanks for the wisdom to see
Thanks for the love of your heart

