إنقـلاب 30 يونيو..رسـالة لعصام ميرغـني طـه..

Quote: العزيزة مني One day the political intellectuals of my country will be interrogated by the simplest of pur people. they will be asked what they did when their nation died out slowly, like a sweet fire sall and alone. No one will ask them about their dress, their long siestas after lunch, no one will want to know about their sterile combats with 'the idea of nothing' no one will care about their higher financial learning. They won't be questioned on Greek mythology or regarding their self-disgust when someone within them begins to die the cowards's deth. They will be asked nothing about their absurd justification, born in shadow of total life. On that day the simple people will come. Those who had no place in the books and poems of the political intellectuals, but daily delivered their bread and milk, their tortillas and eggs, those who drove their cars, who cared for their dogs and gardens and worked for them, and they'll ask: "what did you do when poor suffered, when tenderness and life burned out of them?' Political intellectuals of my sweet country, you will not be able to answer. Avulture of silence will eat your gut. Your own misery will pick at your soul. And you will be mute in your shame. The poem by OTTO RENE CASTILLO a Guatemalan revolutionary, a guerrilla fighter and a poet. أول وآخر مرة تقابلنا فيها في مؤتمر مصوع في أسمرا، وبين ذلك الزمن والآن أصبحت الأسئلة أكثر صعوبة، والموت المجانى أكثر سهولة، والنضال أصبح (علامة تجارية لمنتج إستهلاكى يزيل حب الشباب). أتمنى ما تتمنين، وطن أكثر عدالة، وحتى ذلك الحين نقول كما قال دوريش: نفعل ما يفعل السجناء والعاطلون عن العمل: نُرَبِّي الأمل