when we vote | poem from columbus, oh
–december 13, 2017–
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
when we vote…
beliefs & thoughts come alive
communities expose their hearts
you, y’all & i are revealed
because of your 2016 vote…
i will not set foot in your quaintness
i will not spend money within your borders
i will not engage your inhospitable terrain
i will not breathe your poisonous rural air
i have no need or desire
you don’t & won’t exist to me
archie bunker, i have no interest in you no more
cities are my home
in civilization, i claim sanctuary
my peaceful existence is urban
–when we vote | poem from columbus, oh will appear in a future book of poems (release date | July 2020).
i stand with the caravan…
by luis s. gonzález-acevedo
–december 1, 2018–
springfield, ohio, usa
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.
…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