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A Guerrilla's Word

A Guerrilla's Word image
Parent Issue
Day
20
Month
November
Year
1968
OCR Text

A GUERRILLA'S WORD

 

Because my country is beautiful

like a sword in the air,

and bigger now and even

still more beautiful,

I speak out and defend it

with my life.

I don't care what traitors say

We've blocked the way

with thick tears

of steel.

 

The sky is ours.

Outs our daily bread,

we've sown and harvested

the wheat and the land,

ours

and forever belong

to us

the sea,

the jungles,

and the birds.

 

Javier Heraud

Peruvian guerrilla