
A group of poets have written a message to the powerful of the Earth: give our planet back a future and hope to the generations to come. We will continue to ask institutions all over the world to start a path of civilization that takes into account the rights of the environment, all peoples and future generations; we will no longer accept silence or empty words as answers. We need leaders who listen to the voice of scientists, defenders of human rights and the voice of those who will come and who will judge our responsibilities regarding resources, biological wealth and social justice on our beautiful planet. We cannot allow the indifference and apathy of those in power, the leaders of nations, to lead civilisation and the environment towards disaster. We cannot allow their hypocrisy and fear to be the cause of suffering and death for a great number of refugees. We cannot allow the progress of science and technology not to go hand in hand with a moral evolution, and find we are still surrounded by racism, anti-Semitism, homophobia, xenophobia and other forms of intolerance. We cannot allow future generations and living species other than man to be deprived of fundamental rights. Based on these premises, a number of poets from different continents, all committed to defending human rights and the environment, have written this “Letter to the World”, appealing through their verses to governments, international institutions and those in charge of the destiny of the planet to let go of all selfishness, greed and indifference and to begin working, with responsibility and dignity, towards restoring a future to our planet and hope for those who come after us.
the blood, poison and tears
we have spilled on you,
forgive us the power
we hand to your destroyers.
we see injustice
cover the walls of our homes.
courageously in books;
we sit, alone and desolate.
the people’s wounds?
a trend towards nuclear rearmament
and everywhere refugees, like never before.
but to others who will come.
ever stop?
the bites and wounds,
the darkness and the screams from the soul.
“Who are you?”
expects a single answer:
“I am a man,
I am a woman.”
which world does he belong to,
which tribe has raised him?
their hope has laboured breath.
only dried up rivers and wasted ruins remain.
of the most conforming film of history.
the hatred we dug up from the abyss,
our hunger, greedy for light.
despite being here for some time
and we can still become better people,
capable of kindness and respect.
the altars upon which we sacrificed our memory,
the fine words we betrayed.
all the errors of the past, we would lose the sound
of words and their mystery.
on the other side of justice,
our eyes, their indifference
that anticipates the horror.
and we had no mercy
for its lymph, and flowers.
so you can protect us.
but anguish reaches down to the roots
and arrows of water pierce the heart.
we’d become as cold as ice
and as arid as the desert.
kind as angels, but too soon
we teach them to hate.
if we breathe your breath,
feed off your living pulp,
and yet we are your enemies.
who will stop the axe that is indifferent
to the true splendour of Nature.
to unbending consciences.
the slaughters of the innocent,
the walls we erect
before their pain,
forgive us the incinerated,
the exhausted, the dismembered,
the suffocated, the murdered,
the drowned and the abandoned.
and open our eyes.
except a Love that unites us.
our dear forsaken friend;
but forgive us only if we stop in time.
to our death throes,
like an infected wound
that will heal itself.