San Salvador, May 1993
The earth is pregnant with prophecy,
and change is blowing in the wind:
enemy sitting with enemy,
armies disbanding,
walls crumbling.
The old ways of war are dying.
What will we do without them?
Who will show us a new way of living?
Listen. I hear voices.
A song comes from the men with dark eyes
in the hot mists around the green volcano.
Look. Words appear on the walls:
"Hoy, defendemos el voto
Mañana el poder popular."
Women carrying baskets of fruit on their heads
will teach us how to walk.
Children quietly learning Nahuatl
will teach us how to talk.
A people united will teach us new words:
"concertación y participación".
Abandoning our factories of rockets and rifles,
renouncing violence as the last resort,
redefining power as cooperation,
we will learn from the women and children
the language of a Culture of Peace.
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