Fleas dream of buying a dog
and nobodies dream of escaping poverty,
that some suddenly rain down magical day good luck, that it pours
good luck;
but good luck does not rain yesterday, not today, not tomorrow, not ever,
or drizzle falls from the sky good luck,
much that no one calls and although they left hand itches,
or lift the right foot,
year or start a new broom.
The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing.
The nobodies: none, none,
running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed rejodidos:
Who are not, but could be.
Do not speak languages, but dialects.
Not religions, but superstitions.
It do not make art, but handicrafts. Not culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Do not have faces, but arms. That have no name, but numbers.
Not listed in world history, but in the crime reports in the local press.
The nobodies,
that cost less than the bullet that kills them.
Eduardo Galeano
NOTE: aprendenderos the poem from memory (perhaps just a few verses) and remember to honor the victims. That the poet's words convey our impotence. See and hear an animation of the poem " The nobodies ."
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