To hold back this looming darkness,

       let us add our voices to the word,

       let us make pacts of love,

       truces of doubt,

       let us not want for roses,

       or poems,

       or songs.

       We must be intolerant of silence,

       so that

       Not one woman more

       will be despoiled of April,

       the wind,

       and the rain.

       “Not One Woman More” (a fragment), Guisela López