Chicano Poet

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Fallujah In Pictures

This man was a
freedom fighter,
this man

was a freedom fighter.
These men
were freedom fighters.

This boy was
a freedom fighter.
These piles of men

were freedom fighters.
These dead men
piled on the curb

were freedom fighters.
They’re all dressed
in civilian clothes,

civilian clothes
covered in blood---these men
and boys were freedom fighters.

They are free now,
and their country
is free of them.

And we, too,
we used to be
freedom fighters…long ago…


At 12:13 AM, Blogger chris said...

This poem is very fine, Reyes. Thanks for sharing it.


At 2:59 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Chris.I always appreciate your comments.


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