Seasons of Lost Greetings
El Verano
The Sun is shining bright
as the children's faces
as they play until the
fall of night.
El Otonio
The bright green leaves
turn yellow as the stars
pinned on their clothes.
The leaves turn brown,
and they are given curfews
and sent to the center of town.
The least falls off the trees
when the final one enters the camps.
El Invierno
All the beautiful things in life are gone.
The birds have left, the flowers have died.
Of all human rights they have been denied.
The cold white snow has silenced their cries,
Their tears fall to the ground
as delicately as glistening snowflakes...
Nobody hears.
La Primavera
The flowers break through the oppressing snow
as it slowly melts down.
The truth is uncovered
like cold white blanket being lifted from our eyes.
Mateo Centeno © 1993
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