THE DANA

The Dana has arrived riding a donkey

Called Climate Change

Kicking and whipping with its tail

Valencia, Albacete, Malaga 

And some of La Mancha

Disrupting the mountains and hills

Tearing down the thickest trees

Piling cars on top of each other

Knocking over holes, swamps

Bridges, houses and many lives

Of children, young people and old

That none of their gods have saved.

The earth trembles

The sky trembles

Coming to touch its head

Against the terrified ground.

Nobody asked for help

Because the Dana gave them death as a hat.

Two or three days later

Furious jealous people 

From different governments and colour

With their king and queen as scarecrows

Who get along like an ass

They came well mounted on their donkeys

Looking brave and bizarre

Without taking a shovel or brush 

Or getting down into the mud.

They walked hesitantly over the mud

Receiving from the suffering people

Spit and mud balls

And sticks from some madmen

Adorning the face of the queen with more mud.

The people go to throw them from there

Who hesitate so that the moment

Will not be more painful and bloody.

The rulers and kings

Gave some lying braying

Which made the Congress and the Senate hesitate

Who at that moment were touching their balls

Engaged as always in insults

And donkey grunts

Giving thanks for their luck

To the coffers and urns of the people.

The Dana took two hundred and some heads

Leaving some forgotten

Only the noble people showed courage

From all the towns

And from the beloved and armed organizations

Who have nothing to do

With the de facto governments.

Now, traces and relics remain of them

Of those who lie on the ground and disappeared

So remembered.

-And to whom is it all due?

The old men and women ask themselves, sadly.

Answering the nebulous atmosphere

Of Climate Change:

-To the Donkeys who rule you by braying.