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Emin Peņa
Mukag
The moon shines
Over your corn and tobacco plants, your homes
Peaceful, shielded by the night.
Now you are still being strangled by the fascists,
By the paramilitary instigated by Israel.
Mukag, tonight
We seem to be merely passing you by
But actually the movement of the oppressed masses
Is slowly creeping
From the edges of your paddies and mesas,
From among the barrio people who till now
Are burning with revolutionary fervor.
It won't be long and your armed children
Will find shelter in your homes,
It won't be long and the sun will cast
Its light on them through your windows, in your yards,
And the bodies exhausted during the hiking
You will hold in your arms.
You are the new Labting of our war.
(J.M.A.)
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