Miguel Enríquez

Miguel Enríquez, your name
has the strength of a river
that flows from the mountains
to water our paths.

Miguel Enríquez, your eyes
look at us from the future,
your song has the voices of bullets,
songs of pure ideals.

Miguel Enríquez, your hand
did not tremble before the enemy.
It took six hundred of them
to lay you down.

Miquel Enríquez, your people
have a lump in their throat.
They weep for you guns in hand,
and, with your death, they grow.

I want to write a letter
that will say in letters of gold:
Miguel Enríquez has not died.
He gave his life to Chile.