The mighty power of mountains give and take
Sprang cruel surprise
in blood of bulls
this time last spring.
Wolly monkeys in high canopy took the plunge
Piping guan drank
from the holes of African Savannah.
Times I was a pacifist
Leaving wars in pack ice unfought
Silence watched
Oppression and revolt
suck the milk of our nation.

They growl like bears
They moan as doves
The prowling pumar
broken-hearted by guanacos vicious bite
Soldiers in gladness of heart postured like puffnecked ibis.

In variety of relentless wind,
We all faded into pebbles and clay
Ferocious storm striked
Not even the white faced sheep was spared.

Wars are wrong
But not for those that rob our harem
slay our hearts
Not for those that
Burn our pastures
Laid to waste our habitation
Play with our progress.

Ours is Phallocentric struggle for peace
When these Pharisees stir again,
Our eyes will know no sleep
My system will know no slumber.

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