The child Yuntero
Meat
yoke, was born
more humiliated than beautiful,
pursued his neck under the yoke for the neck.
born, as the tool for
to blows, a land
unhappy and unsatisfied plow. Among
raw manure and cow live, brings to life a soul
olive color and old and calloused.
begins to live, and begins
to die from one end to the cortex
lifting his mother with the team.
begins to feel, and feel
life as a war, and to provide laboriously
in the bones of the earth. Counting his years
not know,
and you know that sweat is a crown
serious
of salt to the farmer.
works, and while working
masculinely serious
rain is anointed and meat
jewelry cemetery.
A shock force, strong force
and sun burnished with an ambition
death tears a pan close.
Each new day is more roots, less creature,
you hear beneath your feet
sepurtura's voice. As a result
sinks slowly into the ground
to flood land of peace and bread
his forehead.
hurts the starving child
a great spine
and ash
live oak solve my soul.
I see him plowing the stubble,
and eat a crust, or declare
eyes why is meat yoke.
plow I have your chest,
and lives in the throat, and suffer
seeing the big
fallow under the plant.
Who will save this child
smaller than a grain of oats?
Where will the hammer
executioner of this chain?
That comes from the heart of male day laborers,
that before men are and have been children
Yuntero. Miguel Hernandez
crowded streets and shopping and sales, can not pay attention to many children, who survive in the maelstrom of the commercial holiday.
are still thousands in Peru there are six million children under the yoke of poverty. They are the ethical imperative to live Christmas as a festival of peace and love.
With desire and commitment to solidarity: Merry Christmas.
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