Have you seen through a clouded lens? - the peace,
like a child at rest,
you fear no darkness,
you fear no light,
feeling your way - until you reach me.

You taste my lips,
you hear my voice,
you feel my pulse,
you caress my face,
the smell of me remains the same.

But your words disdain,
for if the light grows dim,
you will see my true color,
if we are true brothers - you see,
not by name,
not by mother,
but by virtue just the same.

No borders,
no flags,
no history to hide,
no misery from ballots,
no riches nor rags,
no nooses,
no hunger,
no swings of batons,
no fear of the shadows that hang on our lawns,
only the fear of tomorrow - if it may come.

No sunrise,
no moonlight,
only your senses to guide,
so touch my warm face,
if you care to know,
the bridge of my nose to the firmness of my cheek,
I am your brother, you see?

By flesh and by blood,
by birth and by death,
you are my brother - I see.

Only my clouded lens is my truth,
how peaceful I am,
if only you my brother,
you too could see through my clouded lens.


© Daniel Lopez Herrerias