Brother, sister_Poema de Lia Karavia

Fotografía: Lia Hadzopoulou Karavia (Greece)






Brother, sister

Brother, sister,

under my skin and its colour

there are veins just like yours

inside the skull, under my hair

kinky or sleek, dark or fair

there is my brain with its memories --

grandparents gone and parents aging

just as yours

in my chest there beats a yearning heart

full of love for our little ones

full of pain for the orphaned

in my body the vital organs are like yours

no matter where on our Planet

thirst is thirst

hunger is hunger and fire is fire

earthquakes are horror of course

but there is horror more horrid

brother, sister.

Yes! Hatred and War.

I am stretching out to you

from my corner on this our Earth

I recruit myself as your fellow warrior

as your comrade in every fair struggle

because Creation exists for us all

strong, weak, male, female, short or tall

each one of us infinitesimal and humble

yet omnipotent if standing all together

joining hands from past and present

recruiting sons and daughter

seven descendants from the future.

I love and I respect your country

and please respect my faith or lack of faith,

I honour equally the dead and living

always alive in my heart, in our hearts,

brother Mohandas, sister Joan Baez

brethren of Greenpeace

sister Indira Gandhi, brother Nelson Mandela

Olof Palme, Salvador Allende

mother Teresa, brother Martin Luther

Kingand you, the Unknown Soldier of Peace on Earth.
©Lia (Hadzopoulou ) Karavia (Greece)

July 17, 2007

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