Gernika 37-87

A hundred and twenty-seven
The eighty-seventh year,
Not just memories
Another year, nothing more.

"Words are dead
Even if they’re wounded"
Far from his hometown
Don’t forget the pain.
Gernika burned, bombed
The old oak still stands,
Even if it’s rotting
Today, a witness to false pacts.
Gernika, in our minds!

That harsh year
Chinese and Japanese fighting
The English created in Palestine
An impossible war to end,
Today I read in the paper
Death bombs over Palestinians.

"The black bomb from Detroit"
Wasn’t a plane from the U.S.A.
But the heavyweight champion of boxing.
Don’t ask Joe Louis:
Some bombs can
Silence the Soviet’s roar.

Another year, twenty-seven
Just like seventy-seven, nothing more.
They know they’ll lose
Even if they don’t want to see it.
Gernika, in our minds!