No one hit and went, instead, pushed,
to fall prostrate on the grass.
Nobody did
injury and were judged, silenced
, sunk, again and again.
We did not raise his hand value
to turn the other cheek, the other side face
to receive another blow.
Nothing did.
dried her tears, fear,
cornered our doubts
hatred and still trying to live - live? -
united bitterly
living space they offer.
Now, of course, no one
wonder what to do, how we walk.
We are still absorbed by the earth
brutal, dry, endless
that we have captured.
José Antonio Labordeta
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