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Wilfredo Gacosta 12 December 1972
Small Hours of Morning
(First Taste of an Encounter)
we were indeed young
and we played games of war.
one night
we simply smiled-
symbol of our misplaced courage
on hearing about an impending enemy attack.
but war is not a game.
the enemy is paid
to kill.
and once, in the small hours of morning,
the stir we were making as we readied breakfast
all of a sudden was thrown aside by deafening gunshots.
they made us turn pale,
tremble,
putting our resolve to test.
louder still than the pursuing footfalls
was the pounding in our breasts.
must we lose heart and give up
the noble cause for which we vowed to fight?
learn from the reality of war,
from the correct way of revolutionary struggle!
(E.P.)
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