2020 was a horror poem
Un poema en desarollo
En la oscuridad de la mente
Darkness ruled day
Dark thoughts abound
It was the cumulative
Conjuncture of “Himism”
Compounded by a
Coronavirus, y otra enfermedad
A five-hundred year old sickness
That emerged from the pores
Of subjugation and hatred
El colonialismo, la enfermedad
De la ilusión que una raza
Puede ser superior a otra raza
That seemingly incurable disease that
Recently fermented over four years
Spread like wildfire throughout the world,
Throughout the nation, exacerbated
By bigotry and hue-hatred
Coronavirus spread in US society
Like a bad metaphor that took lives
La muerte llegó buscado a
La gente más vulnerable
La gente sin defensa,
Como la policía, asaltando, asesinando a
La gente sin defensa
The year of medical science
Disagreeing with rumors, innuendo
Ignorance and ruthless careless politics
Personal freedom smothered
In red-white-blue disease
And him, yes him the billionaire
Who may be broke, the liar
The cruel heartless villain
Whose first words declared
Mexicans as drug dealers, rapists and murderers
And who hated on Black people
Who called murderers heroes
Yes, him, who denied the sickness
And got sick, treated with
Presidential billionaire health care
Declaring, See, I told you it’s okay
While 300,000* people died
In his backyard, without
Presidential billionaire treatment
Yes Spring and Summer 2020
Got hot alright, as people
Hit the streets, because people
Got sick and tired of
State approved murder of
Black, Brown and Native people on video,
Sickness, no jobs, no school, violence
Extended because he lied
Physical illness and social illness
Brewed together in death cool-aid
Pero la esperanza abrazó a la gente
Una visión para un futuro mejor
Despertó a la gente
Muchos de todas razas marcharon,
Gritaban por justicia y dignidad
Decían, ¡Basta Ya! queremos
Una vida mejor en este país
Lucharon y votaron
They struggled and voted
For a cure to end the madness of 2020
¿Saben que? la cultura cura, dicen
Los poetas, los cantantes, los escritores, los músicos
Llenaron el cielo con pensamientos
De justicia, igualdad, dignidad y paz
A rainbow for a just society
And human health over profits
Jobs, school and familia
Filled the skies with hope
The old year retires, weary and worn
And the new year, 2021, arrives
Fresh, energetic, with people’s aspirations
A new year, hopefully, will be
A metaphor for things to come
*Now more than 500,000 people have died.
© 2020 Joe Navarro
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