Speak Truth To Power by Ariel Dorfman
I don’t want to pretend I was a hero
In the beginning I had neither pen nor paper to work with
But you don’t live your life in fear
and give people power over you
who can create fear
It would be better to die early
Anything else would have tasted like ashes
That’s what you know
Few and far between
Few and far between
Something is there
A light is there
I did what I had to do
Knowing this knowing this
The poor of the world are crying out
That’s what you know
Anything else would have tasted like ashes
That’s what you know
The poor of the world are crying out
The poor of the world are crying out
For schools and doctors, not generals and guns
You just have to believe in what you’re doing, that’s all
I was never alone
That’s what you know
Only another person can give me hope
because
only another person can take hope
away from me
We did what we had to do, that’s all
Anything else would have tasted like ashes
Did it take courage?
It took stubbornness. Stubbornness
Like a metal chord inside
The feeling of inner strength like a metal chord inside
So our past does not become your children’s future
Anything else would have tasted like ashes
Knowing this knowing this
We owe something to the people left behind
And God dusts us off and God says, “Try again.”
God says, “Try again.”
God says,
Life will only belong to you once
only this once
And so we continue
knowing this knowing this
if we bring people to their own best hearts
they will respond
that’s what you know
we were never alone
And so we continue
knowing this knowing this
that this moment might well be
our last
waiting, waiting,
waiting in the dark for the truth
We were never really alone
I don’t want to pretend I was a hero
I did what I had to do, that’s all
It’s really so simple
Anything else, anything else would have tasted like ashes
That is what you know
The work has just begun
That is what we know
We did what we had to do
The work has just begun.
Photo Credit: A crowd of children watch a boat cross a river in Kinango District near Mombasa.


Posted on January 30th, 2010
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