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III I am waiting for a boat, Just offshore, stalled In the fog � A boat of revolution, A boat of hope and joy. I am waiting for the men, Long hair and beards, smoking Big cigars, who will Ride down from the mountains on Donkeys and mules. I am waiting for whole Towns to rise up, Calling for justice, for liberty. I am waiting for the courage To step into my life, Move toward the sounds of People singing, join them in Our walk to freedom. ~ Gary Lawless The Revolution At the edge of the fog Is a bleak, windy spot; discovery, Reality and certainty. People sing, translucent As a light that sprouts From the children. I also wait, Slow in motion, Until my own freedom. ~ Manuel Alberto Garcia Alonso |
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