March 3, 2016
We grieve for Honduras
Like the twin sister
Who suffers at the same time as the heart
We grieve
Because we carry a sea of blood that unifies us
Because for every thorn that wounds us
Grandparents
parents
And siblings bleed.
It breaks our soul
To know that foreign gunpowder
Keeps exploding in our mountains
Cowards
Murderers
How dare they spill our blood
Murderers
Forever dammed
The blood that dyed red
Our rivers wasn’t enough for them
Did they really think that the children of Manawana Lempira
won’t raise their spears?
Our arrows will be poisoned with dignity
With decorum
To combat the grim and crude invader
All the fury of the confederation
All the strategy and tactics
Will be felt in the vengeance for our spilled blood
Our fallen, heroic siblings
will be avenged one by one
The fight begins
The combativeness of the glorious Lenca will be felt
Even in the rotten and dirty bones of the transnationals.
Translated by Christián González Reyes
From Cuadernos lencas taulepa (2016)
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