POETRY
Colonial Violence
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gunshots…
fill the air
y mi pueblo llora
another baby gone too soon
déjalos que se maten
lives…
of little worth
generations & cycles of a system
built by design
déjalos que sigan vendiendo
drugs….
they have no future
and we want them
to always believe that
while la policia looks the other way
and is convinced
caserios y residenciales
a breeding ground
for delinquency & dependency
porque ellos no
son dignos de vivienda digna
remind them of this daily
son unos mantenidos
keep them that way
crush their self-esteem
& continue las PROMESAS
in a democratic colony
nothing changes
de cada 4 años la misma cosa
another ballot in the box
mientras los corruptos politiqueros
keep lying & stealing
cheating & posturing
mi gente waits for progress to arrive
pero hoy Madre Borikén
quitely weeps
mañana, another grave awaits
