Herald
I saw him coming down
the mountainside, the lone herald
like the war’s fiery blaze
and like an apparition dragging
behind him dissension, hatred
and fanaticism, I saw him
riding a black horse and carrying
rules and iron bars, imposing
slavery and full of egoism
brandishing the foreigners’
holy book and medicines,
plastic civilization and values
I saw him reaching
the plain that shivered under
the rider’s unassuming glory
flowers hid their blossoms
it was the time of reflective mood
and the saddened chime of the bell
calling the pious to gather
at the front the crying impious and
following behind them all
the other poor hoping to save
their souls in the afterlife
Libros Libertad 