In this claustrophobic night of my room
Your generous sacrifice
Demands my prostration:

For you are the Hope!

I long for being there with you
I want to kiss your lips, my brother
When they drill holes into your shoulder blades
To make you confess,
To make you snitch, or even, maybe, repent!

I want to kiss your lips, my brother
When they attach the electricity to your fragile limbs
I want to feel what you feel
I want to ache with you
I want to share your pain, my sister,
I want to share your anguish.

I want to kiss your lips, my brother
I want to give you encouragement and comfort.

I want to kiss your lips, my sister
When the enemy gives you hot-water enema
In the name of God
While God is weeping for you—for His child
I want to hold your frail body in my arms
I want to hold you as you suffer—that's all I can offer.

I want to kiss your lips, my brother;

I want to kiss your lips, my sister.

If I were a tiger, my brother—as you are
I would lick your wounds;
But all I have to offer,
Is a kiss on your lips, my sister
And I want to kiss your lips, my brother
When they set the blindfold on you
And when they tie your fragile limbs to the stake
And when the demonic voice commands: "Fire!"
And when your ever so beautiful body

Is perforated,
With the burning message of tyranny
And when your shrine-like body,
Bends to let life fly away
I want to be there and kiss your lips.

I am tired of trying to picture this;
I want to be there, my brother, "behind the walls,"
To see my hero dying for me
While all I have to offer
Is a kiss on your lips, my brother

As we say farewell, my sister,
You fly into the everlasting shining time
I, then, crawl back
Into this dark, isolated, confused corner
We call Life