APOLITICAL INTELLECTUALS
by Otto Rene Castillo
One day,the apolitical intellectuals
of my country will be interrogated
by the humblest of our people.
They will be asked what they did
when their country was slowly dying out, like a sweet campfire, small and abandoned.
No one will ask them about their dress or their long siestas after lunch, or about their futile struggles against "nothingness." or about their ontological way to make money, No, they won't be questioned on Greek mythology,
or about the self-disgust they felt
when someone deep inside them
was getting ready to die the coward's death. They will be asked nothing about their absurd
justifications nurtured in the shadow of a huge lie. On that day,
the humble people will come,

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those who never had a place
in the books and poems
of the apolitical intellectuals
but who daily delivered
their bread and milk, their eggs and tortillas; those who mended their clothes, those who drove their cars, those who took care of their dogs and gardens, and worked for them, and they will ask:
"What did you do when the poor
suffered, when tenderness and life
were dangerously burning out in them?" Apolitical intellectuals
of my sweet country,you will have nothing to say. A vulture of silence
will eat your gut. Your own misery will gnaw at your souls. And you will be mute in your shame