preaching nonsense on Machu Picchu

Stand with me, my bothers
my sisters

my people
clad in the same small dreams
that fill my mind.

Stand with me, and sing this life,
cry out for the little justices
of well cooked chickens
and juicy tomatos.

Let us announce our creed:
That each owned thought
in each private heart
is true not just for us
but for all man.

Let us believe that
and know the genius of
our innerselves.

Stand with me,
in my white robes
atop these ruins
in Peru.

Where centuries ago
sheep's blood flowed then burned
battles raged
and the ragged edge
of war left us all
less.

Where waters once
so clear and pure
now only dust

Where the sunlight
kissed the farmers brown skin
and left everyone
a virgin.

Stand with me
here

where thoughts are born
and Neruda once called
us to arise

Let us dream the big dreams
constructed by our souls entwined.