Poem for a Militant by Jorge Rebelo

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Mother.

I have an iron rifle

your son,

the one you saw chained

one day

(When you cried as if

the chains bound and battered

your hands and feet)

Your boy is free now

Mother.

Your boy has an iron rifle,

My rifle

will break the chains

will open the prisons

will kill the tyrants

will win back our land

Mother,

Beauty is to fight for freedom,

Justice rings in my every shot

and ancient dreams awaken like birds.

Fighting, on the front,

Your image descends.

I fight for you,

Mother

to dry the tears

of your eyes.