The Soul of the Revolution

Poverty

You started by creating poverty

Making distinctions

Among members of the community

As if we have not a common soul.

We became friendly with our neighbours

On seeing you madly looking for gold,

We let our soul go straight

To facing no food today, no water, no house, just nothing.

Abuses of privilege;

Silences;

Evil doing its round:

And Yoke.

So we are not a common soul, not again,

That’s what you rage your mind with all day,

For we have always been to whom

You tried to conceal or disguise the truth.

We have always been who shouted

Off with them! Off with them! Off with them!

Rotten soul

You announced you had to separate

From revolutionaries,

Because it was not convenient to you,

Because your goal was different,

And this way you left us all

That if we laugh faultless, it bothers you.

The one who does not eat

This one does not let others eat.

These and the other insults of the same kind,

Improper of well-minded people,

Your tongues have pronounced,

Do not speak well to whom well listens.

You joined the arrogant

Sons of a bitch them all,

You spoke to them

As if you together made a team.

You are guilty of this suffering,

Of this goodness sense

That moves us to take the action

To extinguish privileges.

When revolutions did not succeed

It has always been your fault,

Cheating soldiers and people with no party

Of the two there are.

We say you have a rotten soul

Because you tolerated poverty,

Even you promoted misery,

And even so, you tried to be treated as lords.

We preached Happiness, main reason of philosophy.

Holding the pyramid of richness

When we run in the streets together,

We knew from the very start

You were not with us after all.

While you handed out your stories

About comedy of the living,

You were not with us after all.

Ask wherever what has happened

When you had the power

And the number of people with nothing,

Simply poor,

Increased because of your greed.

You were not with us after all.

We heard you saying you were pacifists,  

But it was expected another thing

And you kept on holding

The pyramid of richness.

Now you cannot say you have not,

You wore similar and stood well visible

Not to be hit by the policemen

Who knew about your agreement with devil.

We knew from the start. 

As if it was a longing of yours

We defend what we have gone on learning,

While you were holding the pyramid of richness.

Nobody must forget when one is in debt,

Nobody must forget when you didn’t play fair.

In the meanwhile

We never counted on you

In our celebrations.

We left it very clear by our opinions

About your arrogance and emptiness.

Better not come to make cloudy

The quietness of good moments,

Those we always denied to you

Those you will already not have.

For we are expected to start,

Filled with pride in the meanwhile,

At last free from the dirt and ugly

With which our dreams you wanted to frustrate.

Better run tomorrow to first line

To fight against your well-done enemies

These I am telling you so much about

These longing not to lend you a hand.

Revolution

We were one to another,

Nothing to take advantage one from another, 

Most of us at least,

Not enduring this could happen.

We have seen them writing conditions

For them to be treated like Lords,

Their gestures were eloquent

Their grand manners disgusting.

Nobody should act like this,

Nobody accepts it so innocently.

Voracious worms never satisfied

Brought wars, famines and refugees,

And made life difficult

In places especially built.

Loathed and detested

to whom History sees.

How well we can see

You cannot hide from where you are. 

Laugh true we shall not be nicely,

Laugh too false we shall be.

We were not happy

Seeing worms as Lords,

We were living waiting Revolution,

We knew it would be some day.

We shall be together

We shan’t let evil come.

We like it happiness spreads 

We like it no privilege.

Here we stand for Equality,

By force to oblige the virtue to empire.

The Moon

The Moon obeys us,

She has come in our aid.

Conscience’s level has arisen,

As it was expected,

To a higher rank of thought

And now we ask for what is ours,

Our belongings on earth:

Land, Place, Wisdom, Hands.

I shall bring nearer your light

To get whiter and bluer

To find peace and good staying.

How well we have done

In waiting Doomsday all this time,

So many prophets

Have dreamt and told us about.

We have given nothing

To those who deserved nothing.

Too well we could have seen them

Believing they could get gold.

Now we can smile openly

And talk about our struggles,

So long perused by many,

At last to have much to do

For each other.

We shall go to our places now,

Tomorrow we shall be together again,

For Doomsday is followed by days

Of justice and order imposed,

Days of joy and effort

Longed for by us all,

We shall be open-hearts

Proudly forever.

And I will say:

Thanks Moon,

You guided us always

We have lost ourselves on you

We shall be loving you forever.

More yet: You are Love in heavens,

All women and men venerate you.

Eternal bliss to whom

Never to peoples disdained.

Madrid, 19 April 2015