The Victorious People by Pablo Neruda — Read

My heart's in this struggle.

My people will overcome. All the peoples will overcome, one by one.

These sorrows will be wrung like handkerchiefs until all the tears shed on the desert's galleries, on graves, on the steps of human martyrdom, are squeezed dry.

But the victorious time's nearby.

Let hatred reign so that punishment's hands won't tremble, let the hour hand reach its timetable in the pure instant, and let the people fill the empty streets with fresh and firm dimensions.

Here's my tenderness for that time.

You'll know it. I have no other flag.