Carlos Molina
WE'LL WALK ON
This
is a poem for Albeiro Bustamente
We
must not go to the jungle
we
must not fight their violence with violence
This
is a poem for Alberto Leon Munoz
We
must talk to the people we must help them to wake up
They
must learn
to
shed their yoke
This
is a poem for Alfonso Cujavante
violence,
the padre said, begets only violence
and
the violence of the Americans up North, the compadre said
begets
even more violence
and
they send their drones to the jungle
we
must not go, sister, we must not, brother
we
must talk to the people
we
must be
the
salt of the earth
This
is a poem for Alvaro Garces Parra
We
must not despond, must turn grief into energy
we
cry for you compañero
but
we walk on
we
walk on
This
is a poem for Alvaro Fernandez
How
many do we miss
how
many have walked this path before us
This
is a poem for Antonio Sorelo
The
jungle is in bloom
the
jungle is dark and light
the
lighting is filled with rubbish,
with
the remnants of cabins
ashes
ashes all over the lighting
The
peasants, gone
The
hunters and gatherers, gone
A
butterfly dances in the sun
This
is a poem for Argemiro Correa
and
the jungle is a jungle and the city is also a jungle
Cartagena
Bogota Medellin
we
walk from one jungle to the next
we
walk unarmed now
we
search
we
search for a way to the future
more
light
the
light of truth
the
light of justice
This
is a poem for Artenio Valencia
It
is a poem for Bernardino, too, Bernardino Garcia
and
for Bernardo, Bernardo Jaramilla Ossa
They
spit on your bodies
they
trample on your memory
This
is a poem for Carlos Ossa
we
know you walked in the light
we
know you searched
for
love and humanidad
is
no empty word
and
justicia and paz and
fraternal
feelings
were
in your heart, as a goal, a beacon,
a
guiding light
This
is a poem for Carlos Dario Cruz and Carlos Kovacs
I
see your earnest faces
and
I love you
I
sense your dedication
and
I respect you
I
remember the moment I heard you were killed
and
I weep
This
is a poem for Cesar Rodriguez
It
is a poem for Crispulo Munoz
for
Dario Henao, too,
and
for Demetrio, dear Demetrio Aldana
They
murdered you, how stupid
for
a murdered woman or man
will
never live again
We
know it so well
we
know the danger
and
walk on
This
is a poem for Diana Cardona
You
know what they did to her
This
is a poem for Elia Castro Parada
It
is a poem for Elkin Martinez
It
is a poem for Enrique Mesa Sepulveda
We
don't know
whether
he lost his spectacles
when
they shot him
and
he fell
and
groped for them
to
better see his killers
This
is a poem for Faustino Lopez
This
is a poem for Felix Saenz the bearded one who looked so much like Guevara
when
they brought his dead body,
when
they photographed it
I
knew he was dead
a
captive murdered, like Guevara, perhaps
but
he was no fighter in the jungles
words
were his weapon
thoughts
political
activism
dedication
to the people
This
is a poem for Fernando Bahamon
who
was so courageous
and
determined
and
yet so skeptical at times
It
is a poem for Francisco Dumar
and
for the poetry that shone up
in
his curious eyes
it
is a poem for Francisco Gaviria
a
poem of love
remindful
of every love poem he ever wrote
that
showed his love
for
the people
yes
the people
and
being part of the people
we
take up the pen where he left
we
take the pen not the rifle
we
walk on we walk on
This
is a poem for Gabriel Briceno
and
for Gildardo Castano
for
Gustavo Alonso Macias
who
was still so young when he died
and
for Gustavo Vallejo
with
his sunglasses
who
was still so hopeful
hopeful
and determined
and,
yes, yes, this is a poem
for
Hector Perdomo Soto
for
Hernan Calderon, the thoughful one
and,
don't you know him,
old
Hernando Gutierrez
It
is a poem for them
and
for Hernando Yate
And
we cry and we grow silent
and
we grow dedicated
and
we walk on
This
is a poem for Humberto Marquez
This
is a poem for Jaime Pardo Leal
and
for the flowers they trampled on
these
uniformed killers
sent
out to
combat
beauty in the world
This
is a poem for Jairo Blandon
who
saw it coming
who
did not despond
This
is a poem for Jesus Antonio Martinez
who
could have taught us so much
It
is a poem for Jesus the bright one, Jesus Garcia
and
for Jose Quiroz who was so practical
It
is a poem, bright as a rose,
for
Jose Dario Rodriguez
and
a poem, light like a feather
and
bright like a star in the night
for
Jose Leonardo Martinez
we
will never forget you,
nor
all the others
you
cared for so much
as
we continue to search
as
we continue to learn
as
we walk up the stony path
to
the barrio
the
place of the people
the
people you cared for so much
This
is a poem for Jose Rafael Reyes
This
is a poem for Jose Remigio Lopez
This
is a poem, a poem for Jose Barriga
and
for Juan Carlos Vargas, it is,
he
was still so young
full
of fire and love
and
revolt
For
Julio Canon,
whom
we needed
and
for Julio Cesar Uribe
who
inspired
and
for Leon Aguirre
full
of desire
to
change this sombre place
into
something jubilant
and
creative
and
for Leonardo Posada, of course
and
Leonel Forero
and
he was not a torrero
he
was calm and sober
and
what he fought for is not over and gone,
o
it is not discarded
that
dream
and
the stream runs on
to
the ocean
and
we walk, walk on
in
quest of liberty, as before
And
so, this is a poem for Luis Alberto Cardina
siempre
presente in our minds
and
for Manuel Cepada Vargas
Marco
Antonio Sanchez
and
Marco Fidel Castro
yes,
it is
yes
it is
a
blooming poem of remembrance
a
promise
a
dedication
we
do not forget you,
we
walk on
we
walk on
We
sing a poem
for
Maria Bolivar
We
chant it,
for
Maria Castaneda
we
pray a prayer
of
love
and
emancipation and blossoming
revolution
for Maria Mercedes Mendez de Garcia
we
sing in memory of all the Marias who died
we
promise them
we
walk on
This
is therefore a poem for
Miguel
Angel Diaz
It
is a poem for
Noel
Salazar,
and
for Norberto Garzon, it is,
for
Norberto Velazques,
and
it is for Octavio Vargas Cuellar
for
Orfelina Sanchez
for
Pablo Caicedo with his youthful smile
for
the revered señor,
Pablo
Cordoba,
for
Pedro Luis Valencia the bright fighter
for
all our rights
for
Pedro Nel Jimenez
the
shy writer
of
thoughtful words
for
Ramon Diaz Carvajal
the
challenger of all
who
feared to lose hope
and
for Raul Andrade Chaparro and Sandra Rondon
for
Vladimir Canon
and
Vladimiro Escobar
and
William Tabordo
who
did not run away from their
duty
to the people
We
know it well
they
were killed in cold blood –
fighters
who opted
for
peaceful change
in
a country ridden by war
We
know who the killers are
and
that they will lose in the end
just
like their foreign friend
in
that Whitewashed Dark House up North
(2013)
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