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Che Speaks from the Sierra

In these insurgent hills I laugh at death.
All my rebellious life I've slipped like sand
Between the fingers of a grasping hand
Whose shackles dampen zeal and hamper breath,
Whose greed drives wedges through a people's heart,
Whose sharp fork cracks the nuts of welfare, health,
Equality. I stalk the night, my stealth
Keen as a jaguar's. Lacking craft and art,
Unwary people fail to understand
The nature of a predatory beast
Until they're made the object of the feast.
Batista's rule wreaks havoc on the land.
Please know, despite the accusations hurled,
My motivation is a better world.


[From Selected Sonnets, 2004]

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