Poems on Los Zapatistas by Phil Goldvarg
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Hablan
En El Mozote
By Phil Goldvarg 2/94
. . . .hablan los huesos,
. . . . . . . the bones speak,
en Chiapas
. . . .los Zapatistas speak,
before flesh has left bone,
. . . .land is turned to hard death,
before ancestors
. . . .and their children are ripped
. . . . . . .from the circle of continuation,
before dreams die on the bare floor
. . . .of a raped earth,
los Zapatistas speak,
. . . .winged voices that fill the sky
and whisper los gritos
. . . .de la lucha.
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Nothing To Lose
"We have nothing to lose, absolutely nothing..."
-- Zapatista National Liberation Army (EZLN)--
-- Declaration of the Lacandon Jungle, 1993--
There is nothing to lose,
. . . .absolutely nothing,
. . . . . . .everything is gone,
disappeared to some northern vault
. . . .guarded by greedy eyes
. . . . . . .that see no justice,
oppression
. . . .or the violence of deprivation,
there are no schools,
. . . .only classrooms of death
. . . . . . .where children learn how to die
from hunger
. . . .or some weak kneed germ,
there is no land,
. . . .only twisted rock
. . . . . . .squeezed beyond giving
and paper landscapes
. . . .of sterile promises,
there is no home,
. . . .only wood-slat masks
. . . . . . .to fool the wind,
who knows we've been raped
. . . .and lay vulnerable,
. . . . . . .legs open to the cold,
there is no work,
. . . .only free trade among the rich,
while our noses press against
. . . .corn stained windows
stuck tight
. . . .with dried blood of our Pueblo,
. . . . . . .our ancestors,
there is no justice,
. . . .court is closed,
the gavel smashes our heads,
. . . .our bones scream,
Basta - Basta - Basta,
. . . .they scream,
. . . . . . .we have nothing to lose.By Phil Goldvarg 1995
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Unmasked
"Why make something of our
masks; that you can't see our
faces. Before January 1,
1994, we didn't exist for
you anyway."Subcomandante Marcos
El sol
has no smile
within darknessLa luna is smooth
without expression
en el diaWe breathe
in day and night
but governments are deafWe explode
from the jungle
unrecognizable flowersPlacid senators become fearful
at the birthing of faceless seeds
turned to vital gardensBy Phil Goldvarg
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Zapatista Solidarity CoalitionOther poems by Phil Goldvarg:
Ode to Dolores Huerta - "Madre de Dolor"
"Vigilantes With Cameras
Phil Goldvarg is a Poet who focuses on La Raza's struggle for self-determination as subject matter for his poems. He has been a subscriber of La Voz de Aztlan since its inception. Mr. Goldvarg forwarded his poems on Los Zapatistas to La Voz de Aztlan on the eve of the Zapatista March to Mexico City.
