The open hands of a woman
Ask for a sign of life
Challenge the gravity of the cruel
Give a name to the son
And to beauty
The eyes as lively
As a woman's handicraft
Cast light in the banners
Hunting for a land that's home
Amidst the foretold griefs
And the first plough
The fair feet of a woman
Lead to the depth of the grave
Corrode the electric wire of torture
Generate love and hope,
Hands stroking the flower
And the poem of struggle.
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