So, I pray
So, I pray, under/
The sign of the world’s murder, the ruined son;
Why are you silent? — Daniel Berrigan
We, the citizens living in a time of conflict
our language is a menu to survive life
We have lost the seed of the soul on earth
I harvest it.
To eat at the communal table.
Our heart becomes a cruel clock time.
Strong hitting the daily hours
A bare feet of a beggar system.
We refuse to see
Tears of Nauru is nothing
Then, smoking a cigar in the streets
Or drink a beer at the local pub.
Pain is a cold food like garbage left no compassion.
Compassion a prayer
we no longer have time to confess
Our soul and mind are too busy to run the daily sin
Compassion, bread and old wine
Waste in a temple to worship money and power.
Mankind has lost its root system thirst for happiness
Our bread is autumn leaf tossed into the branches as the bird dies.
They make wine from the waters of these rivers
suffering bloodied by the blood of Syrian children
Wine is the blood of indifference on the streets of Palestine
The wine is the blood of cruelty in Nauru ... why are you silent?
Therefore, I pray
As an old Communist
What I was crucified for torture in the iron bed;
nailed by electricity and blows to the House in 1985 Borgono
For those men who killed, raped and destroy our coexistence
In the name of God
They crucified our bodies as agony on earth
They poisoned our dream of common humanity.
Silence, 24 hours a communications satellite operated
Between us and God.
Pray is no longer a simple and humble action for peace
Now is a lost habit using a prepaid mobile phone
Instead of a plan for peace on earth
Against the multinational company that devours our will
I pray that the goodness of our hearts become actions.
And to resist the apathy of those who see homeless as an invisible thing at a park.
I pray one day on my street
we will have a feast of joy and community
empty streets and rubbish bins
standing trees as shade for our relationship.
Children giving flowers to strangers.
I pray with the broken dream of a child in the Nauru detention center
But at dawn it will open our hearts as a door of compassion.
And goodness will be a meal to share in this country.
I pray, Daniel Berrigan's rebel spirit
It can be a seed planted in the ground for peace
and be with us in our daily struggle for peace
In 1990 Juan Garrido-Salgado was granted asylum in Australia after fleeing Chile's Pinochet, where he had been imprisoned and tortured. He has had published three books in Australia and one in Chile.