HATE, SKIN OF BITTER BEANS

I praise the poetic effort and career

Of the poets “Ambassadors of Peace”:

Juanita, Annpol, Tatiana, Juan and Nelson

Alain, Eugenio, Beatriz, Michael

Libia, Zidiad and so many others

Who yearn in the beautiful pages

Of the San Francisco Solano Cultural Center

From Argentina

May it arrive, once and for all

The longed-for Peace that does not raise its eyes

From the ground of destruction and death

For the wars that do not end

Thanks to the countries of the moment

Traffickers of human beings and Arms.

Some say that the Lord of Heaven

Not even the thunder of bombs wakes him

Abandoning us to our good or bad luck.

Others sing, from their countries at peace

“La lara la la la larala la

We are at ease with the warlords

And the serial killers who defend us

Like, in the old days, the warriors of the Crusades

Giving us health and grace

While we watch the Eurovision Song Contest on TV

To the participants singing and dancing

Over the corpses of children, men and women

In Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, Yemen and other nations

Taking away the pains of congenital Hatred

Which tastes like the skin of bitter beans.”

-My son, Wars will never end

Because men are very bad

My maternal grandmother said

Fleeing from Huesca, in Aragon

Towards Argelès-sur-Mer, in the south of France

Located in the Eastern Pyrenees

From the region of Occitania, Roussillon

When the fratricidal war of Spain.

-Daniel de Culla