Poem… Colonial Century

Colonial Century

(translation|modification of Centenario Colonial)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

We “celebrate” the colonial century
under American rule.
“They bring peace,” Don Mario says ironically.
If they bring peace, why are they armed?

Colonizers proclaimed “liberty”
and “offered” the most precious gifts.
Today, we suffer violence and vanity.
If they bring peace, why are they armed?

What happened to the jíbaros of yesteryear?
They were battered by the northwest’s colonizing winter.
The question all jíbaros & jíbaras should consider:
If they bring peace, why are they armed?


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–


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Poema… Centenario Colonial

Centenario Colonial

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

Cumplimos el centenario
colonial bajo los americanos.
–Traen paz– con ironía dice Don Mario.
Si nos traen paz, ¿por qué vienen armados?

Vino el anglo proclamando libertad,
ofreciendo los goces más preciados.
Hoy, sufrimos violencia y vanidad.
Si nos traen paz, ¿por qué vienen armados?

¿Qué pasó con el jíbaro de ayer?
Lo impersonal del anglo imitamos.
Si preguntan, los jíbaros han de entender:
Si nos traen paz, ¿por qué vienen armados?


–Puede encontrarlo en el poemario Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo o la traducción | modificación en inglés en Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–


Poem… i saw the “face” of god

I stand with immigrant, migrant, and mobile mothers & fathers –especially those who have been separated from their children by Satan’s agents: president #45 and his demons.


i saw the “face” of god

for president #45

–june 17, 2018–

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

in america 2016, i saw the “face” of god
and the outpouring of “his spirit” in 2017

ever since, this unrecognizable god seems to linger
like a repeating nightmare
that gets worse and doesn’t go away

he sees “the other” with hatred and intolerance
as if his children were better –superior
fallacy of fallacies, vanity of vanities

this distorted god inspires quotes from the holy bible
to justify separating children from parents
and criminalizing the search for dreams

the fake elijahs of today stand before their own god…
a great and powerful fear shatters lives
can the true lord be in such fear?
with fear comes hatred
can the real lord be in such hatred?
with hatred comes intolerance
can a merciful and loving lord be in their intolerance?

the true elijahs await the gentle whisper
of love, courage and acceptance

because in these, the true god abides


i saw the “face” of god will appear in a future book of poems (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poema… confesión de un puertorriqueño

confesión de un puertorriqueño

–16 de junio de 2018–

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

mis tatarabuelos nacieron en puerto rico
mis bisabuelos en borikén
mis abuelos en su isla caribeña
mis padres en sus montañas
y yo –en su costa sur

la vida colonial me arrancó
tirándome en chicago
abandonándome en michigan, indiana, las carolinas
y ohio

encadenado gran parte de mi vida al imperio
medio siglo ha dejado una cicatriz lingüística
y posiblemente cultural, pero…

no te equivoques
no te confundas
ni juzgues

soy boricua


confesión de un puertorriqueño será publicado en un poemario para julio 2020–



 

Poem… Blue and Stolen Sky

Blue and Stolen Sky

(translation|modification of Cielo Azul Hurtado)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Over mountains in my native land,
eagles soar higher than the moon.
With grace, Agüeybaná intends to reach
his right to freedom and fortune.

Against the plains of my native land,
subjugated lizards drag their bellies.
Their cries are prayers
under the blue and stolen sky.

People under the blue and stolen sky,
where eagles fly over the moon
and lizards moan with enslaved weeping:
Choose freedom and its fortune!


–You can find the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo or the original version in Spanish in Poemas Caribeños, por Luis S. González-Acevedo–