ALDO TAMBELLINI: POETRY

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March 27, 1996

you’ll never know what love is
              until you taste the venom in oppression
              until you feel the intense burn from denial
              until the bitter herbs become ambrosia

you’ll never know what love is
              until the infant’s cry touches you with vibrations
              until you see the homeless dog beaten to death
              until a child throws a stone for freedom

you’ll never know what love is
              until the wheat is harvested by the starving mother
              until you see the hunted tiger caress the new litter
              until a praying mantis mates under the moonlight

you’ll never know what love is
              until the microscope blows up the pain
              until you hear the airwaves speak of human rights
              until the guerilla cuts the head off the dictator

you’ll never know what love is
              until the media snake swallows its poison
              until you see the invisible oppressed become people
              until the sun rises to a new day of justice

that’s when you’ll know.




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