" DO NOT ASK ME Some people ask me that human affairs with names, surnames, and laments not be dealt with in the pages of my books, not to give them space in my verses: they say poetry died here, some say I should not do it: the truth is I do not want to please them. I greet them, I tip my hat to them, and I leave them voyaging in Parnassus like happy rats in cheese. I belong to another category, I am only a man of flesh and bones, therefore if they beat my brother I defend him with what I have in hand and each one of my lines carries the threat of gunpowder or steel, that will fall over the inhuman, over the cruel and over the arrogant. But the punishment of my furious peace "

― Pablo Neruda , The Poetry of Pablo Neruda