(Poem) In the Spirals of Dialectics by Maya Daniel

Summer solstice, wild rose and indigo. (C) 2015 Sara Wright

Here, in summer, the mountains
Waterfalls, rivers and creeks—
The waters are silent and tranquil
The peasants are here. We are here.
Here in this mountains
Struggling in the spirals of dialectics;
Knowing that monsoon rains
Turn waterfall, rivers and creeks
Like dragons cleansing all debris
Headlong to melt with the open sea
People in the mountains are patriots
They are responsible of history
Of their own making
In the spirals of dialectics;
And when an enemy comes our way
Offering a hand of peace as an ally,
On the bases of our people’s interests
We can restrain our fire and make peace with him
For we have a bigger common enemy
He gives, and we too give for common benefit,
But, when he unsheathes half his sword against us
We, too, unsheathe half of our sword–
this is In the process of unity and struggle
And this will go on as long as the bases of unity exist
In the spirals of dialectics.

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