The USA is
a stumbling, bungling giant,
cruel and
not at all cute,
going about
in the world making mischief,
and worse.
Stealing
corn in Mexico,
rice in
Haiti and the Phillipines,
and all the
while happily singing an idiotic song
about
freedom and liberty,
while his
enormous feet free the dying from their cares
with the
gift of freedom-in-death.
I was born
here,
educated
here,
but I do
not belong here.
This is not
my home,
but the
place of my imprisonment.
I do not
belong here,
and I do
not belong to it,
the giant
enormous and cruel;
I am as
much his victim as anyone else.
And every
day I brush elbows with people who live under his shadow,
--people
who thrash about in the darkness,
and who
cannot see how he towers over them,
blotting
out the sun;
they are
too busy,
thanking
god for their freedom,
---because
with one voice they all say:
It’s so
much better here than in Mexico!
Copyleft
MJLovas 2012; all rights reserved, copying for commercial purposes strictly
forbidden----distribution for cultural purposes encouraged so long as original
authorship is ackowledged
Recommended Reading: Walden Bello, The Food Wars (Verso, 2009)
