They have told me that the town
is defenseless
and that it is helpless
like age before time.
Like a wounded old man
like a suckling baby
and the story speaks to me
they haven't told me the story.
I have been told that the people
are defenseless
and they ride their sword
as in the Middle Ages.
witch hunters
with modern whips
that leave bruises
on the dignity of the people.
They kill the thought
they cover up the dawn
they step on the thought
they spit on the word.
they talk about freedom
when in truth
there is only tolerance
they traffic in lies
their merchandise is Democracy.
They have told me that the town
is defenseless
like a seagull chick
I swear I have seen it.
like a wounded old man
like a nursing child
like a grain of wheat
alone in front of a mill.
But I believe in your strength
because the wheat germinates
and the day will come, my people
when your children join together
to wash your forehead
that if you are defenseless
it will not be forever
It will not be forever
when your children join in
to wash your forehead.