**Ballad to Mercedes Sosa**
Her voice, a siren’s call, so pure and strong,
With echoes reaching mountains, distant and long.
Mercedes Sosa, beacon of the oppressed,
Her songs ignite a fire of hope, no rest.
Through pain and strife, her voice became a plea,
A testament to struggles, a victory.
With flute-like tones, she sang of ancient woes,
Embracing justice, liberty, her soul it shows.
Her songs, like doves, soared high above the strife,
A solace to the wounded, bringing back life.
In fields and squares, her spirit found its flight,
Her message resonated, a guiding light.
Mercedes Sosa, songstress of the poor,
Your legacy inspires, forevermore.
In songs of hope and courage, you’ll eternally be,
A beacon of freedom, a soulful decree.
