Dark Times: (In Memory Of Victor Jara,1932- 1973) Poem by DM W
Dark Times: (In Memory Of Victor Jara,1932- 1973)
There is no gold at the end of the rainbow,
For we who have been forced into exile.
And there is no hope, when lights go down low,
And masked agents try out new techniques and styles;
In cold, damp interrogation rooms.
They break our weak bones and crush our fragile minds
We are like flowers cut down in full bloom.
They spit on our poetry. These are dark times.
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/26/2025 5:01:38 AM # 1.0.0
A powerful poem Dominic that gets under the skin to make one stop and think about an individual's/countries/peoples rights and freedom. What eventually happened to Victor Java at the hands of the Pinochet regime was a cruel and tragic waste. 10++.And thanks for making me stop and think. To stop and think and count my blessings.
Thanks Shaun..I've written numerous poems about the evil Pinochet regime as well as U.S involvement in Central and South America; which I have studied/ resesearched in some depth.