| Images out of Latin America | | | | So it seems. |
| Still Alive (El Salvador) | | | | There was no place to hide-- not in |
| Introduction: long overdue is this poem. I lived through | | | | The mountains, or in the trees, nor |
| the 1980s (the war of El Salvador)) the Reagan | | | | Under the leaves (no place at all |
| years)); also, Vietnam (of which I was part of, in the | | | | ) |
| seventies); and been to Central America twice. Once | | | | (back then...why back when) |
| recently, and on the boarder of El Salvador. Thus, this | | | | A very long time ago... |
| is dedicated to the voices and echoes of the people | | | | So it seems. |
| of the l980s, and a long, very long war, one that lasted | | | | The innocent lived in the eyes of: |
| some 12-years; yes, longer than Vietnam. | | | | Death, death, death!... |
| There was no end to war it seemed | | | | Day after day, after day |
| (back then...way back when) | | | | (as if there was no end)!.. |
| A very long time ago... | | | | Yet, somehow, some survived: |
| So it seems. | | | | Amongst the rubble and insane |
| The screams of the innocent, echoed: | | | | And the bloody smoke filled sky!! |
| Around the world, but only few heard; | | | | (back then...why back when) |
| (back then...way back when) | | | | A very long time ago... |
| A very long time ago... | | | | So it seems. |