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"I Am That Voice" - a Poem from Spain by Amado
I am the voice that gathers the shouts of the distressed,
the voice that rise your yearning and takes it to the place
where the insatiable liar concealed in his walls
watches you from his fear and ever bleed your dove.
Behind their golden balconies they’ve camouflaged a token
- this it is your god - they say, that gives you joy and work,
in his name we are guiding your breath and your steps,
we have imbibed his chalice and we know where we go.
You see their dazzling balconies that blind your baffled eyes,
it prevents you from seeing the fetish that they hide,
it’s just an earthen idol, a sun without a light
which has darkened your pathway and imbued you with fright.
But we have come today to face of that heap of lie,
we have come front to front, our grasped hands in core
in order to demand the judgment of all measures
for a new dawn of justice and for a peaceful rain.
I am that voice, your voice, which ascends in the hope,
your clamor through the oceans I will take in the winds
to let your seed of promise deluge the continents,
to scatter in this present awaken with your force
so that we all may see the new sun that approaches
and the flight of the songbird, and this dream that spurs.
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