Song of Hope
Someday the fields will be forever green,
and the earth will be black, sweet and moist.
Our children will grow tall upon it,
and the children of our children . . .
They will be as free as the trees on the mountainside
and the birds.
Each morning they will wake happy to be alive,
and they will know that the land has been won back for them.
Someday . . .
Today we plow the parched fields,
but every furrow is soaked with blood.
Excerpt from “Song of Hope.” In Clean Slate: New and Selected Poems, translated by Margaret Randall and Elinor Randall (Curbstone Press, 1993. p. 43.) Copyright to the poems is held by Daisy Zamora. Translation copyright © 1993 by Margaret Randall and Elinor Randall. All rights reserved.