If you haven't found anything you are willing to die for, you aren't fit to
live."
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Painting by Jake Baddeley
Today my
mind reveled in unaccustomed delight:
I voted for
hope as my past was granted amnesty.
When I pressed
the button, my shouts could be heard again
echoing across
the mad streets, exploding the dirty buildings,
destroying twenty
one years of fragmentation.
(Alexandra,
the police will beat us if we make any move)
120 exiled voices
crossed the borders freeing us
from historical
amnesia as my uncle threw marbles
at the horse
soldiers, inflaming us.
The rebel in
me kneeled down with a sword in her hands,
thinking of
my father crying when tears he didn’t have any more:
I would die
for my country; I am ready to live.
Today I
exercised my citizenship
and Mother
Democracy lulled me
singing The
National Anthem,
putting
sugar on my lips.
Karla
Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2012
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