Poetry|Poesía: Protest|Protesta – Luis S. González-Acevedo

Poema… soy

July 28, 2020by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

–estoy harto de un mundo desconectado y separado por categorías, marbetes y etiquetas–

soy

–27 de julio de 2020–
springfield, ohio

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

soy
hijo de muchos abriles

un nada más
lanzado
hacia un nada menos

una masa de carne, uno entre muchos

atrapado en un mundo
de categorías, etiquetas
y marbetes generales,
soy

–soy será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2021–

Poem… i am

July 27, 2020July 28, 2020by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

–i so, so dislike a world disjointed and separated by categories & labels–

i am

–july 27, 2020–
springfield, ohio

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

i’m
a child of many aprils

nothing more
hurled
toward nothing less
than a human being, a mass of flesh

trapped in a world
that’s all for
and of labels,
i am

–i am will appear in a future book of poems & stories (release date | July 2021)–

Poem… hypocrisy in america

June 2, 2020June 2, 2020by Luis S. González-Acevedo1 Comment

Peace is the answer. hypocrisy in america is not meant to justify violence, but to condemn the country’s greater hypocrisy. Peace is the answer. –L. S. González-Acevedo

hypocrisy in america

–june 2, 2020–
springfield, ohio

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

in 1776, the riot was white
and called “revolution”

but when the plight
has color, the fight against oppressing institutions
is called “riot”

when the struggle is white, its warrior is a patriot
and an anthem is worshipped that reads:
perilous fight, bombs bursting in air –the poem proceeds:
their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s
pollution… the glorification of violence without regrets

when an act of protest has color, it’s a crime or treason
a president threatens the people with military action & prison

should we celebrate the fourth day of july
when the colorful are excluded?
a rational reply…
what exactly is to be celebrated?

–hypocrisy in america will appear in a future book of poems & stories–

(release date | July 2021)

Poema… matemática racista del presidente #45 de los u.s.a.

April 3, 2019by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

matemática racista del presidente #45 de los u.s.a.

–19 de septiembre de 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

por Luis S. González-Acevedo

“3,000 personas no murieron,”
tuiteó el sr. Intolerante Racista.
odio e idioteces de su corazón brotaron
–con el diablo para la maldad se alista.

sólo “6 a 18 muertos”
¿3,000 muertos? ¡jamás!
tuiteó el presidente inepto, rey de los inexpertos,
bestia de pensamientos retuertos
–en el infierno, se bañará con llamas.

¿cuántos puertorriqueños hacen un humano?
considera su matemática racista:
166.6 –tuiteó el narcisista,
su mentira más grande que un océano.

“cuando 498,000 boricuas mueran,
entonces habrá 3,000 humanos muertos,”
el gran idiota y los suyos piensan.

¿seguirá el necio tan arrogante en su estiércol
cuando ante la justicia quede boquiabierto?

–matemática racista del presidente #45 de los u.s.a. será publicado en un libro de poemas e historias en julio 2020–

Poem… u.s. president 45’s racist math

April 3, 2019by Luis S. González-AcevedoLeave a Comment

u.s. president 45’s racist math

–september 17, 2018–
columbus, ohio, usa

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

“3000 people did not die,”
tweets mr. Racist Bigot.
this monster’s hatred is so sly
entrenched in evil, he pivots.

only “6 to 18 deaths”
3000 deaths??? no way!!!
tweets 45 out of 45
not #1 out of 45
but dead last out of 45:
the devil’s friendship, he won’t betray.

how many puerto ricans make one human?
consider president 45’s racist math:
“166.6” –tweets the liar, his lie as gargantuan as lake huron
(a party enjoys his waters & jet skis on his water paths)

“when 498,000 puerto ricans have died,
only then 3000 humans have passed.” –u.s. president 45

let’s see if the Fool is as arrogant when he’s tried!

–u.s. president 45’s racist math will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–

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Poema… soy