RESISTANCE

I plant my poetry

in the streets,

in every quarter

and every alley,

a poem...resisting the conquerors!

I plant my fingers

in the streets,

in every hole,

in every flower pot:

a finger...resisting the conquerors!

I plant my blood

in the streets,

on every sidewalk,

on every roadsign:

a drop of blood...resisting the conquerors!

I plant my dreams

in the streets,

in the heads of passers-by:

an infant dream...resisting the conquerors!

I plant the names of my loved ones

in the streets,

on every tree, on every wall:

the name of a martyrresisting the conquerors!

I plant the colors of the flag

in the streets,

on every house,

and every window and door:

a color...resisting the conquerors!

I plant my children's luggage

in the streets

at every roadblock,

at every checkpoint:

a suitcase...resisting the conquerors!

I plant my hands

in the streets,

on every corner:

a firm handresisting the conquerors!