Always there is a danger in making heroes
of mortal men. Enemy eyes diminish, see nothing
but imperfection. Achilles and Ulysses no heroes
to the Trojan nor Aeneas and Hector to the Greek...
and in Caracas,
in our time, arose an Argonaut named Hugo, Apostle of
Bolivar, beloved
friend of Fidel and the people, a visionary on a
mission for the poor
and dispossessed, Fanon's wretched of the ghettoes and
the barrios.
Impervious to raining arrows, the ever looming threats
of occupation, invasion, subversion, insurgence,
isolation, sanctions and propaganda,
Little Latin David, head anointed with a tri-l-lion
barrels
of holy oil, no weapons but his courage and a
slingshot
of rhetoric, stood up to nuclear might, facing down
Goliath,
Philistine monolith... of elitist, imperialist
interest.
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