By Miranda Kelly
When you hear the rallying cry
from your protectors,
“Si a la vida, no a la mina!”
do you also feel alive?
Does your gratitude for the
relentless encampment of a determined community,
mask your grief for the ruin of your sisters?
have you heard what could have easily become of you,
that without three years of perseverance
you would be forced to carry
toxins, heavy metals, and diseases?
Do you bubble with pride at the saints who have been cleansed by your arms,
or remain still,
missing the age when you were venerated, too?
Do you boil with rage that people come from far away places
to wreak havoc on your banks
and disregard the humans you love
for metals that make them gilded?
you already give so much.
But, can you tell us how to make people listen?