My body can be imprisoned.
But my mind?
You can't.
The oppression you have caused
Bruises you have drawn on my limbs with your state sponsored sticks
Blood that comes out of my wounded body
Once will be healed.
I will build my group as the Argentine revolutionary built.
Your castle that bears your empty pride will be tumbled down.
Let me take a sacred vow in the name of Che, I will spare not a single brick that the proletariat were forced to carry on their shoulder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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