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

–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… Citizen, Where Are You?

Citizen, Where Are You?

(translation|modification of ¿Dónde estás Ciudadano, Ciudadana?)

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

Sad is the destiny
of a colonized people,
its soul torn
and ways violated!

Without rights and without voice,
serving like slaves;
without citizens who would dare
–with deeds and not mere words–
to reveal their intentions
and willingness to answer…

By becoming the answer
to the age-old question:
As concerns Puerto Rico,
who will set it free?

Liberty is a right,
a universal foundation,
something that Puerto Rico
has never truly enjoyed.

Political slavery is a cause of sorrows,
brutal and binding
Puerto Rico with self-doubting chains.
National Injustice!

Pedro Albizu Campos and Blanca Canales: patriots of renown.
In a delirious search for freedom,
their spirits call each of us by name
and proclaim: “We’ve come to share our courage!”

–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–


Poem… If the United States of America were my lover…

If the United States of America were my lover…

–march 28, 2018–

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

You promised me, my Love, when it all began:
domestic Tranquility and general Welfare.

Please don’t take a stand
with those who profit from our communities and schools in warfare!
Don’t let them misconstrue the right of the people to keep and bear arms!
Remember your promise when they ask you to protect their firearms,
and that the enumeration of certain rights
shall not deny or disparage others retained by the people.
Those other rights, foundation of our happiness,
the argument against those who would deny
that together we will always be The People…

We the people…
We’ve held these truths to be self-evident:
our unalienable rights,
among these Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Let your Congress fulfill its solemn duty,
and make all Laws which shall be necessary and proper.
Protect the lives of the citizens who love you truly, my Love.
Protect your children’s lives and prosper.

If the United States of America were my lover… will appear in a future book of poems (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)–