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2020 was a
horror poem
Un
poema en desarollo
En
la oscuridad de la mente
Darkness
ruled day
Dark
thoughts abound
It
was the cumulative
Conjuncture
of “Himism”
Compounded
by a
Coronavirus,
y otra enfermedad
A
five-hundred year old sickness
That
emerged from the pores
Of
subjugation and hatred
El
colonialismo, la enfermedad
De
la ilusión que una raza
Puede
ser superior a otra raza
That
seemingly incurable disease that
Recently
fermented over four years
Spread
like wildfire throughout the world,
Throughout
the nation, exacerbated
By
bigotry and hue-hatred
Coronavirus
spread in US society
Like
a bad metaphor that took lives
La
muerte llegó buscado a
La
gente más vulnerable
La
gente sin defensa,
Como
la policía, asaltando, asesinando a
La
gente sin defensa
The
year of medical science
Disagreeing
with rumors, innuendo
Ignorance
and ruthless careless politics
Personal
freedom smothered
In
red-white-blue disease
And
him, yes him the billionaire
Who
may be broke, the liar
The
cruel heartless villain
Whose
first words declared
Mexicans
as drug dealers, rapists and murderers
And
who hated on Black people
Who
called murderers heroes
Yes,
him, who denied the sickness
And
got sick, treated with
Presidential
billionaire health care
Declaring,
See, I told you it’s okay
While
300,000 people died
In
his backyard, without
Presidential
billionaire treatment
Yes
Spring and Summer 2020
Got
hot alright, as people
Hit
the streets, because people
Got
sick and tired of
State
approved murder of
Black,
Brown and Native people on video,
Sickness,
no jobs, no school, violence
Extended
because he lied
Physical
illness and social illness
Brewed
together in death cool-aid
Pero
la esperanza abrazó a la gente
Una
visión para un futuro mejor
Despertó
a la gente
Muchos
de todas razas marcharon,
Gritaban
por justicia y dignidad
Decían,
¡Basta Ya! queremos
Una
vida mejor en este país
Lucharon
y votaron
They
struggled and voted
For
a cure to end the madness of 2020
¿Saben
que? la cultura cura, dicen
Los
poetas, los cantantes, los escritores, los músicos
Llenaron
el cielo con pensamientos
De
justicia, igualdad, dignidad y paz
A
rainbow for a just society
And
human health over profits
Jobs,
school and familia
Filled
the skies with hope
The
old year retires, weary and worn
And
the new year, 2021, arrives
Fresh,
energetic, with people’s aspirations
A
new year, hopefully, will be
A
metaphor for things to come
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