You who live secure
In your warm house,
You who return at night
To a hot meal and friendly faces:
Wonder if this is a man
Who works in the mud
Who does not understand peace
Who fights for every crust
Who dies by a “yes” or a “no”
Wonder if this is a woman
Without hair, without a name
Without the will to remember
Empty eyes and cold womb
Like
a hibernating frog in winter
Consider if this is the case:
I advocate these words.
Carved
in your heart
When you are in home or on the road
Sleeping, waking;
Repeat them to your children.
Otherwise let your house collapse
Let the illness hinder you
Let your children turn away from you