Eneia Veredas & Refaat Alareer

 

Communities 2027

I have a dream

We all carry the fear

Some of us with stones

on a hand and fresh scars,

scattered over the bodies and 

In the collective soul

Stained

blurred with hopelessness,

and yet, 

We went, and we rose

slopes of sarcasm,

where they piled up

The Labors of Capitalism

dress, of our precarious,

human servility, 

the grudges of selfishness, 

in the weakness of our hunger, 

the flatulence of hatred,

of profit against man,

The stripped-down delicacies

Of cruelty and agony

in the disparity of power 

and emotional ignorance.

Some trembled with rage

and others of courage, 

The foam of anger was drying up

The day of the days, 

And on this trip, none of us

Died or saw faith 

become particularized

in another binomial 

that it wasn't for the "we",

None of us dared

to demolish courage, this,

to face the present,

that the future of our 

Younger generation 

would result from this, 

from these people,

of the human amalgam

tyrannized by Christs,

of our constant challenge

of the onslaught, of resilience,

Tear down to rebuild

all that in which 

We still believed. 

Everyone carried the courage

and utopia as fragile qualities

in weak protective boxes,

in our bodies

against attacks and ambushes.

And when the shadow 

of dark power 

thought to offer us, 

while waiting,

bombs and others 

perfunctory effects,

When they thought

Kill our persistence

to have silenced our steps, 

with lethal repetitions

from Hiroshima and Nagasaki,

and other illustrious repositories,

we rose from the rubble,

legs, blisters, mouths, shoulders 

And so many arms 

that the earth opened

in part, 

That the sea tore apart 

in pieces to support us 

and separate ourselves 

from the chaff.

The vision of humanity

That had been lost 

in the game of ambition, 

in the surrender of shady powers, 

It was there, in a common grave

where intentions were measured 

and qualities to succeed

On this new journey 

where the child,

perseverance,

were the driving force,

The eye of vision, support, 

contestation 

and the refusal to be 

mowed down 

as cloned objects

of the previous civilization.

With the new consciousness

of truth, 

We create communities.

Where everyone carried

voluntarily

Fear, overcoming and hope

for the arbitral result

of human roots.

Then, he went to name it 

to all things 

whose usefulness

It was to put humans 

above profit agencies. 

That we were born 

to be cause and fruit, 

more than rebellion,

More than the conduit 

of this filiform strain 

that had been scrutinized

to be aborted 

by the new generation. 

And with her, all 

the tools of disunity, 

as well as war, 

profit and religion.

The world has become new,

Man has humanized himself

however, let history be printed

in the collective memory,

that of not forgetting

of having been

in the abyss of human civilization, 

And when we all rise

the bar of the collective,

This is when the divine 

operates among all.

I saw a clear day rise, 

When I raised my arms to the sky

and of gratitude and humility,

on your knees, 

the collectivity, like me

saw the flash of God

To restore humanity to us

in the arms of the new force,

managed by the communities.