Oh Pablo where are you?
A new Condor has taken to the sky
changing his colors, striking the defenseless
no where to run no where to hie
And so they walk
Is there no one left to paint?
You have seen all this before
evil with a handsome face
staring from old posters
singing to our children
come to life again.
Will you ring the bells in Budapest
in Krakow, in Bucharest?
Remind them of a time when they were prey?
And what of the mother of exiles
the new colossus with the torch
who silently beckons the homeless, tempest tossed
to our sea-washed sunset gates?
Has she no voice?
How many must die before is heard
the bells of Guernica?
“There is no fundamental right to a better life”
Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban