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–



 

Poem: the caravan

i stand with the caravan…


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


 

Poem: october 2017 | foreshadow

If I believed in any kind of justice, I’d write the following poem…

 

october 2017 | foreshadow

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

by Luis S. González-Acevedo


“october 2017 | foreshadow” will appear in a still untitled, unpublished collection of poems by Luis S. González-Acevedo.

Poem: What shall America compare thee to?

Poem: What shall America compare thee to?

Complete Poem:

What shall America compare thee to?
Thou art mostly bigoted and racist:
Rough and evil words do shake your hairdo;
Election’s lease revealed your sexist twist.
Hot flashes of cameras shine.
Your mind in its orange complexion dimmed,
When evil KKK’s support met late decline:
Your scattered nature’s course untrimmed.
In hope, thy temporal summer shall fade,
Succumbing in thy hate-filled race.
History shall abhor you in the shade,
When the lines of age dry upon your face.
So long as men and women understand…
So long as reason, good and love withstand…

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