Eugenia Cabral Five April, two thousand seven:
Remember the date, co.
This Thursday will be historic,
this day begins the liberation of my homeland.
not have killed a man,
have killed a teacher who wore
chalk in their hands,
had books in their hands, wearing
effort in the backpack, only
effort, no bullets, no wealth, and this crime
topple governments.
He wanted a homeland
white as snow mountain range, he dreamed of classrooms
blue as the sky of Neuquén.
But the greed of crows has taken
eyes, pencil raptors
national tore
notebooks as well as Argentina
have removed fruits
the brain, arms, bread.
However, the rebellion addition, subtraction
and is taking the accounts of all: famine
less work, just like poverty, homelessness
more injustice, equal to oppression, inequality and violence
equal to death.
But now, the fight begins to multiply. Carlos Fuentealba
:
In your name is encrypted
the hope of my country. Source
rebellion, dawn of the revolution. With
Your fingers will draw the path that leads
with flags and with dreams,
finally to freedom.
Dear teacher, Argentines are your
students
and we salute you: onward to victory! ----------------------------------------------
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