March 25, 2017

Lourdes Hidalgo speech
Immigrant and survivor of Luis Viale massacre, a textile plant that went out in flames in 2006 in Argentina

First of all, good afternoon, I want to introduce myself for those who don’t know me yet. I am Lourdes Hidalgo, Iam an immigrant woman and survivor of the textile factory that burned in 2006 where my two worker mates died as well as four children. Today I send my greetings to my comrades, my brothers from Syria that during six years they have been massacred and are refugees as we-the immigrants-; we are like them, we are refugees.
We, the immigrant tailors, hides ourselves to survive, to have a decent house and work just like the Syrian refugees seek for a shelter to live, to save their life. In that way, today since six years that our Syrian brothers are being slaughtered, I send them my greetings and I want to read for you a poem I wrote from my heart. The title is “Syria stained in Blood”:
Syria stained in Blood
Smoke invades the sky
Tanks shake the ground
A burst breaks the night
Shed Blood running through the SYRIAN people.
It becomes the ocean and river filled of blood of innocent men, women and children.
They are slaughtered and tortured
By the Al Assad, Putin and Obama army
Imperialist murderous lackeys! Protector of the Israel borders!

And children when bombs exploded rush into the arms of their parents
Tighten each other strongly
But the war and fear push them away from their arms
In the children´s eyes you can see the face of war…so unfair
Dying children asking for their mothers…mother hug me, I am afraid! I feel cold in my body
They are fainting and bleeding to death

 
I wonder why the weakest ones, children, must suffer? Why?
My Syrian brothers are tortured because they have the courage to tell the truth and defend their land
Others are refugees, they walk with the naked feet boiling slowly due to the blistering heat from sand
Where to go land without land, others sail by sea
In their pupils they have the death and the current drags them into deep ocean and are forgotten

The absence of world is felt and hurt in Syria, It hurts.
THE REVOLUTION WAS BETRAYED, SIEGE AND STAINED IN BLOOD
In the refugees concentration camps are the working class and exploited
They are persecuted and massacred.
Syria, land that gave shelter for men, women and children
Today in suffering
In my veins it runs through the blood spilled unfairly by all those who I feel like brothers

The genocide of my Syrian brothers will not be unpunished!
NEITHER OBLIVION NOR FORGIVENESS
We are all the Syrian resistance!