We the race of the bronze and iron,
taught by the hand of the first ever
gypsy father of man, the Cain’s
descendants though Cain’s curse
applied to us too and drenched our
roots with secret, undissolved poison.
We have never bowed and we never
kissed the feet of the powerful who
stepped on us as if we were worms
our souls defended us with swords
our souls the wisest and dreamy.
We’ve been humbled and we’ve
been humiliated in our decisive
peace of hopelessness we’ve drunk
all misery and horror in this land
where pour lives have rooted,
though we gave wings to our roots
and left far away to openness with
its endless roads.
We left with the swiftness of wild
cats and with the bat’s wild flight
with the speed of grasshoppers and
with the disdain that homes and
nests and castles deserve.
Wail and wail to all motherlands.
Libros Libertad 