Hugo- whence did your courage arise?
You picked up the baton from Nelson,
From Fidel, from Biko, from Salvador.
Who would ever forget your handing
The Leader of the Free World
That copy of Open Veins of Latin America?
Or, better yet, the references to sulfur at the podium?
With the world lying prostrate before military
Might, n'ary a word of protest anywhere
Against naked aggression, cluster bombs
Depleted uranium, and epics filled with lies
And the uncontrolled arrogance of barbaric greed
You, almost alone, brought a breath
Of fresh air; I for one felt I could breathe again.