March 13, 2008

Letter from a freedom fighter _ Jorge Rebelo (1965)

Filed under: poetry — newritings @ 11:11 pm

I have a gun made of iron!

Your son
He whom one day you saw
(and you wept
as though the chains had bound
and cut
your own hands, your own feet)
Your son is already free, Mother!
Your son has a gun made of iron.

With my gun
I will shatter all the chains
I will open all the prisons
I will kill all the tyrants
I will give the land back to our people.

Mother, it is beautiful to fight for freedom!
In every bullet I shoot there is a message of justice,
and old dreams wake like birds.

In the hours of combat, in the battle front
your image comes close to me.
It is for you too that I fight, Mother.
That you should not have tears
in your eyes.

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