Consider if this is a manWho works in the mud,Who does not know peace,Who fights for a scrap of bread,Who dies because of a yes or a no.Consider if this is a womanWithout hair and without name,With no more strength to remember,Her eyes empty and her womb coldLike a frog in winter.
Meditate that this came about:
I commend these words to you.Carve them in your heartsAt home, in the street,Going to bed, rising;Repeat them to your children.Or may your house fall apart,May illness impede you,May your children turn their faces from you.
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