Jan 16, 2009
A poem by Juan Almendares chairperson of Friends of the Earth Honduras.
To the poet of the olives
Mahmoud Darwish (1942 -2008)
and for the children of Palestine.
Killing or war!
said the wise owl,
while waking up from its millenary dreams.
Killing!! Said the hawk,
while showing its sinister claws ...
Killing is the slogan!
Cried the Coryphaeus of death.
While the owl,
settled on my eyes,
I could not open
my tightly closed eyelids
due to the gruesome scene
of the Palestine massacre.
Who can sleep
and keep silence,
if this unpunished killing
hurts the heart
In the labyrinth of infamy,
missiles and bombs
killing the children,
torture the life of dreams
and strangle the heart of the mothers
Such land in Gaza
my throat is tightened,
I shouted and shouted with solidarity courage:
Where is the humanity of the
the olive trees and the winds of the desert have died!
I heard the voice of the poet of the olives:
The "Birds are dying in Galilee"
And the joy is "withered in the borders."
I am skin and heart of all colors.
My soul embraces the planet
with the song of the lark
and the subtle flight of the hummingbird.
I love humanity,
Africa, Asia, Australia, Latin America,
Without the Nazi genocide against Jews and Gypsies,
without martyrdom in Palestine.
I love freedom:
freedom of the olives,
freedom without walls
freedom of the water.
Freedom of the stories
in "a thousand and one nights."
I Dream of the poet of the olive trees:
with no occupied territories,
without financial crisis and hunger
due to the business of weapons, or
due to gold and emeralds.
My dreams want to shake
the conscience of the people
and overcome with love and rebellion
the hunter of the planet.
I dream of the freedom of Palestine, and
Honduras, my occupied homeland.
A free Homeland!
Homeland for all mankind!