Winter unfolds its alligator wings
and my poem rests upon the broken wings
of a lonely sparrow,
afraid of helicopter blades above
although we always handle all this with love
(except for a small minority of protesters),
each time we invade a street with firm though tired feet.
And thus we keep our non-violent resistance with huge persistence
till when, nobody knows,
as we walk with highs and lows,
because we cannot surrender,
be submissive or just tender.
We are passengers of our own time,
a time that tastes sour
in this new violet hour.
We have innocent people jailed and exiled,
prosecuted artists for expressing injustice.
This is a fight for real democracy
to get rid of an oppressive regime.
This is a human rights fight,
please wake up and see the light!
© March 2019 Marta Pombo Sallés