When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
This I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
But I have many friends,
And some of them are with me.
An old woman gave us shelter,
Kept us hidden in the garret,
Then the soldiers came;
She died without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
But I must go on;
The frontiers are my prison.
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come;
Then we'll come from the shadows.
I was cautioned to surrender,
This I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I've lost my wife and children
But I have many friends,
And some of them are with me.
An old woman gave us shelter,
Kept us hidden in the garret,
Then the soldiers came;
She died without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning
I'm the only one this evening
But I must go on;
The frontiers are my prison.
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
Freedom soon will come;
Then we'll come from the shadows.
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If this poem didn't mention the word 'garret' I would say this could be about any freedom fighter in any war/struggle. I know not all wars/struggles are the same but perspectives and motives can be very similar, and oppression is probably always the same? No one 'side' has a monopoly on moral righteousness, in fact it's probably a common belief across all groups. That things aren't fair, aren't right, should change.
Hope you had a good week Ramon. I'm off down the coast and if I knew more exactly where Perseus lived I would pop in and give him a fright.
x
No one 'side' has a monopoly on moral righteousness
I do.
Le sigh.
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