Song of the New Man


What do you and I,
We will do,
take clay
for the new man.

His blood will come
of all bloods,
erasing the centuries
of fear and hunger.

By arm, a rifle;
by light, look,
and with the idea
one leaning bullet.

And where love,
a cry hidden,
millions of ears
will be receptive.

Their cry will
war and victory,
as clappers
heralding the glory.

And heart
this man give
that of the guerrilla
we all know.

What do you and I
(Per arm, a rifle),
We will do
(For light eyes);
take clay:
It is early morning. 1967