“No pasarán”, ha gritado la conciencia
en tantos ayeres contra el látigo
de los tiranos y su canalla.
Las fauces del poder saurio,
abominables, como su careta,
podrán engullir el verde de los árboles
y la inocencia de los niños.
Sus misiles y mentiras
atacar la indefensión, la nobleza
de la vida bendita y divina.
Y quizás, con su Moloch,
calcinar las esperanzas,
mas su temible sombra
pasará.
"They shall not pass," has shouted the conscience
in so many yesterdays against the whip
of the tyrants and their scoundrels.
The jaws of the saurian power,
abominable, like its mask,
will be able to swallow the green of the trees
and the innocence of children.
Their missiles and lies
attack the defenselessness, the nobility
of blessed and divine life.
And perhaps, with their Moloch,
calcine the hopes,
but his fearsome shadow
will pass.
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