Che

Last night, I dreamed that I saw Che, puffing on a cigar.

Larger than life, he smiled, “I am not a spirit

I am not a dream. I am a man who lives

As long as the hungry of the world struggle for food.

I live as long as one child’s belly screams and aches with hunger.

I live as long as our people thirst for water.

I live as long as one peasant lies ill with ignorance.

I live as long as the world’s wretched suffer without health care.

I live as long as one “redskin, spic, or nigger”* thirsts for justice.

I live as long as we poison the world for the wealthy.

I live as long as the wealthy steal the wealth of the world.

I live as long as one woman picks up arms for justice.

I will live until the last victory.”

* ”One abused as redskin, spic, or nigger”