Colombia

I've have had a few friends, and my sister ask me for a copy of this poem.
so here it is. It is for my sister. *I love u.*

Last night, - mi queirda Colombia, – I deam’t of heaven’s apology
It came as raindrop tears of ice and sorrow
The heart of water would be jealous of it’s beauty as it fell upon the world
from clouds constructed in the shape of time
Etching it’s self into the open wounds of hatred
It pierced holes in the armor of men
who’ve before been protected by greed and stolen wealth
collected with hands red stained with the blood of children
She came down in sheets of crying eyes
and answered for the land of her people
waves crashed upon the steps of the white house
drowning the stone fortress of Washington
leaving the lawn of the white house covered in revolution,
She came down in pieces of history
stinging Americans eyes with the guilt of 3 entire centuries
as anvils dropped on the pedals of daisies beneath the heavy weight of truth
Justice finally fell
and I felt her on the skin of my conscience
And woke instead to whispers of presidential speeches
In his words the past voice of 43 previous serial killers
singing the praises of God
while leading our nation to believe
that what we do,... could not also be called terror
Our Government foreign policies
have invaded history with weight of ten thousand burning bodies
Carried on the backs of children
too young to see the slaughter of their future
in the hollowed eyes of their mother

Let me show you the back streets of Cali,
let me lead you in their wake
so that you can watch them they take their burden to the fields
watch as they bend their backs over double
to support the force of US intervention
Forever shaping the vertebrae of their small spines
into permanent arches oppression
THEY pick the beans that travel to your lips
through star bucks flavored comfort
and yet you refuse to call them Americans
because their blood flows south of your attention

But let me show you the village of Bello
In the early light of morning the sun kisses the leaves of the coca plant
cradling it’s unhappy story in the heat of her fingertips
The sun cannot save Colombia
any more than it can rise tomorrow from the west
and so she too must watch as airplanes drop acid burning chemicals
Akin to Agent Orange,
color the ground with deadly white death
masked as a weapon against deadly white dust.
breathed in by people’s lungs it burns holes in their organs
This poison is not intelligent and does not discriminate between
A coca leaf, potato leaf, or a little girl’s skin

Let me take you to the home of a farmer
Who’s land has been slaughtered with the toxic echo of
American 'assistance'
Unable to grow food safe for consumption
he is forced to produce the only illegal crop
that will keep his family from starvation
But he stands on the land
that holds oceans of wealth beneath her turbulent surface
Running though the veins deep in her mountains peaks
is a liquid black blood our 'president' craves like an addiction
We are willing to hook up and IV to Colombia
to channel it straight from her heart to our cars
We’ve Planned Colombia into the war on terrorism
Stolen her breath, and forced her to scream

But I will take you to the streets of Bogotá,
and show you where my family was from
I want to show you what terror really is
I want their children to hear you say that
we are not also terrorists as they cough blood onto the sheets
America, I do not absolve you from this truth
and so the next time you take a sip from your coffee cup...

… I hope you burn your tongue.

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