My Father at the May Day Marches

A million people flooding Madrid,
the flags like blossom.

It was a day of all days; you talked
of La Pasionaria, how she’d said

it was better to die on your feet
than live on your knees.

Then we walked on,
you silent amid the noise.

– Rob Hindle

From the slim volume Neurosurgery in Iraq by Rob Hindle.

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2 Responses to “My Father at the May Day Marches”

  1. Susan Says:

    Beautiful poem, truly !!!

    How about sharing = broadcasting poetry of subscribers to your
    site with others ? Obviously up to you to decide which you find
    ‘worthwhile’……just a suggestion…..
    Salut Susan…..

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