The life nascent in a womb
Looks cosy, seems comfy
Is it so only, or is there more
A struggle, a conflict of interest
A push and pull, making space
Wanting more, emerging to be
Someone Different from the one
Birthing, from start to finish
This story of a conflictual oneness
Being for self, being for the other
Surrendering and Demanding
Nurturing and being allowed
To be nurtured, wanting to become
A person apart from the one owning
The womb, and desiring to flourish
How come this story of inner conflict
Of life, which began in another part
Of the planet surfaces now:
In dealing with the pangs of growth
Of a country that deserves much
For its people, for all it has,
The unending plains and sparsely
Populated spaces rich in resources
How and when can all have more
If some want more, remain constant
The rule, even to make a mark
Means being at the receiving end
Of criticism, misunderstood
In one’s own land and family
The routine of struggle and battle
Begun in the womb takes its toll
All the way to the tomb and more
Don’t cry for me Argentina, ain’t true
One does shed a tear thinking
What could have been and still be
Believe in the power of a new
Generation to create a new Vision
Met with agents of change
Long in the struggle and felt
Connected in a subliminal way
For this conflict is more than material
The inner life and its cohesion
Revolves around the relationship
Between the body that grows
And the power that gives growth