HOMAGE
It was our enemies
Who brought the loaded guns,
The cruel extermination,
Finding us a singing people,
A people united in duty and love,
And the slim girl fell with her flag,
And the smiling youth fell injured at her side,
And the people, stupefied, pained and angry,
Saw the dead fall.
Then, at the spot
Where the murdered fell,
They lowered the flags to soak them in blood
In order to raise them again
Against the murderers.
On behalf of these, our dead,
I ask for punishment.
For the executioner who ordered this death,
I ask for punishment.
For the traitor who climbed on the shoulders of crime,
I ask for punishment.
For he who ordered death,
I ask for punishment.
For the defenders of this crime,
I ask for punishment.
I don't want to shake the hand
Soaked in our blood.
I ask for punishment.
I don't want these people as ambassadors,
Nor at peace in their homes,
I want to see them tried
In this square, here.