Story of Julian Garcia Vasquez
sits a man whose face tells no age,
But in his fifty years he's seen the worst of man's
Seen the worst of man's hatred, his evil, his killing,
He's seen pregnant women slaughtered and children's
Here sits a man speaking in quiet, steady tones,
"We had no food, our bodies were worn to fragile
I lost two family members in the span of two weeks."
The voice of this man somehow strong, somehow meek.
A man too exhausted, he had no tears left to cry,
But if his story's shared the faces of this world won't
Tears will flow over this earth and wash away all this
This injustice, this violence, this ignorance, this
How does he live? Could he forgive? Now that his life
is somewhat stable?
Thirteen students with quiet respect sit and listen
round his table.
Here sits a man who can never forget,
Vivid violence is etched in his memory but yet,
This man is sitting here, a living reminder that humans
And by telling his story he keeps hope alive,
Hope that someday we'll value each living soul,
Enough to give of ourselves until this broken world
is made whole.
Written after hearing a personal testimony by Julian
Garcia Vasquez about
his experience during the 36 year civil war in Guatemala.