Why, State, your eyes don’t see the Amazon River? <br />Tsiko said 'Amazon is life' and you agreed to save it. <br />Why the horsemen of interests invaded in the night? <br />Their bullet entered Tsiko’s chest but invades your own. <br /> <br />You cry as a crocodile, but tomorrow as a coward. <br /> <br />The pheasant of our forest sings dirges for our hero <br />Tsiko Mentez, same with the seal of Skiathos <br />that was wailing for the girl who fell in the sea. <br />We, his friends, are laughing in this jail you threw us <br />we set free a donkey in the square with a picket <br />declaring: “I don’t surrender”. Our voice is it, <br />the voice of the River, our tears and our sweat, <br />his roaring and his foam. <br /> <br />Thousands of trees, we stand mad but still, in his place. <br />If you cut us off you will to see us horizontal barriers <br />closing your way forward; your bullet in our trunk <br />opens a hole; it is the exit for the resin, <br />which we make wine and we drink in your health, <br />while birds and animals sing psalms to their Source. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amazon-river/
