Sixty Secondsen el espíritu del pueblo
Sixty seconds.
What can one do in sixty seconds?
‘Tis no time at all.
No time.
Yet it is time enough
to be born
to die
to say ‘yes’
to deny
to fall in love
to fall out
to keep faith
to feel doubt
It is time enough
to wound
to heal
to stand
to kneel
to give
to steal
It is time enough
to wonder
to know
to one seed reap
and another sow
With a word
a vow
a promise
Sixty seconds is time enough
To stare boldly at power and
loudly
proudly
call its bluff.
To climb upon
the shoulders
of all who came before
y en el espíritu del pueblo
proclaim “We aren’t done yet.
Hear me roar.”
Sixty seconds.
What can one do in sixty seconds?
‘Tis no time at all.
No time.
Yet it is time enough
to be born
to die
to say ‘yes’
to deny
to fall in love
to fall out
to keep faith
to feel doubt
It is time enough
to wound
to heal
to stand
to kneel
to give
to steal
It is time enough
to wonder
to know
to one seed reap
and another sow
With a word
a vow
a promise
Sixty seconds is time enough
To stare boldly at power and
loudly
proudly
call its bluff.
To climb upon
the shoulders
of all who came before
y en el espíritu del pueblo
proclaim “We aren’t done yet.
Hear me roar.”
The Revolutiondo you know the way?
Excuse me, I’m looking for the revolution. Do you know the way? I trained all my life, eager to When I was fifteen, When I was twenty, When I was thirty, “Do you know the way to the revolution?” Then one night, a man Excited, He led me down a road My heart raced A door opened. I rushed my way in Came to an abrupt halt. Confused. The clamour was joyful music I looked around The poetry slam. I stood frozen A woman walked up to me “I… “That’s okay. |
environmental peacebuilding researcher and educator