three chapters from Unfinished Song by Joan Jara
Once more they want to stain
my country with the blood of working people
those who talk of liberty
but whose hands are marked with guilt;
who want to separate
our children from their mothers,
and want to reconstruct
the cross that Christ bore.
They try to conceal the infamy
they have inherited from past centuries,
but the mark of murderers
cannot be wiped from their faces.
Already thousands and thousands
have sacrificed their blood
and its streaming rivers
have multiplied the loaves.
Now I want to live
together with my child and brother
in the new world that all of us
are building day by day.
Your threats do not intimidate me
you masters of misery,
the star of hope
will continue to be ours.
Winds of the people are calling me,
winds of the people are bearing me,
they scatter my heart
and blow through my throat.
So the poet will be heard,
until death takes me away,
along the road of the people,
now and for ever.
from Vientos del Pueblo by Victor Jara