
not even the birds are free
It’s not right that the children of our mothers
be forced to listen to strange hymns
other than those heard since childhood
or at puberty’s school and on the land where they were born
they should never be driven away
from the ancestral place where their grandparents lived
and spent their entire lives burying their hands in the humus of the earth
no people should ever usurp
the place of those who were born free and of any skin color
and profess any other religion
whether jewish protestant orthodox or christian
and choose to pray to a god or gods
with a different face before the diaphanous face of uncertainty
no one should drag their feet
carrying their dead children wrapped in white sheets in their arms
to bury them in the dry earth
– no one –
no people deserves the humiliation
of bowing down before a foreign power
and not have a right to defend themselves
even to those who claim to govern them
and often subject them to abject tyranny
and dependence, defrauding them of their will
taking them to a field where the smell of death
drives them to kill those who stand up to them
– an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth –
and if they do, they don’t even understand why
because they weren’t given the right to choose
and they are nothing more than puppets
swinging on strings
in the hands of tyrants who move them
according to their inhuman intentions
and deep apathy for the suffering of their fellow being
rats swinging in golden chairs
illuminated by crystal chandeliers
drinking champagne and other expensive wines
– indifferent –
Oh not even the birds are free
because in the space where they fly
there are eagles watching over their wings
– to block the flight of their freedom
Victor de Lima Meireles is an Azorean poet and painter who lives on the island of São Miguel in the Azores. This poem was originally published in the newspaper Diário dos Açores.

