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

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–



 

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Poem… u.s. president 45’s racist math

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)–



 

Poem… the caravan

i stand with the caravan…


the caravan

–december 1, 2018–

springfield, ohio, usa

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

the caravan is humanity
each migrant = a person
each person = a reflection of God’s divinity.

how quickly history is forgotten
untaught, conveniently ignored
delusions of self-grandeur misbegotten
a willed ignorance without reward.

the caravan was not born in 2018
Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador…
these poor victims are guilty of nothing
because the caravan was born on foreign shores.

migrations forced by corporations
and the selfish, imperial interventions
of a so-called developed nation.
hopefully, you remember now…

the political bill has reached the table
Lady Justice has served it: time to pay the debt
the history itemized is not a fable:
facts the God you say you serve will not forget.


just in case you need it…
…but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” NRSV, Matthew 19:14


the caravan will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poem… october 2017 | foreshadow

october 2017 | foreshadow

for president #45

–november 10, 2017–

by Luis S. González-Acevedo


tink tonk tink tonk tink tonk
the combined sounds
of lady justice’s clock
and a soon-to-be former president’s tin cup
against federal prison bars


october 2017 | foreshadow will appear in a future book of poems (release date | July 2020)–



 

Poem… Silence

Silence

(translation|modification of Silencio)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

My audible silence deafens.
My words flee from the ear.
I hear the chant that softens
my Latino heart so feared.

It only softens me.
Alone, I hear my soul.
My Hispanic spirit drinks
cascading waters in their silent roar.

I perspire Latin verses
over fields of white
that don’t understand the flavor of my song
or appreciate its beauty.

My soul screams in a deaf world.
Deaf, the world ignores my song.
Toward my own America, this herald sings.
Only she can hear my voice.


–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–