Category mexicano

Poem: To The Primo I Never Knew

To the primo I never knew To live and die by the gun The calling of the streets Crawling under the rug The subway rats creeping in the fog Catch you slipping like a deep sleep Fingers on the trigger light up the streets For a moment reality creeps in A fight breaks out from […]

POEM: TO ALL THOSE THAT I KNEW

To all those that I knew Taken away from the arms of love ones Taken by the barrel of the gun Oppressed from the reality of self All for one piece of land Which belonged to a system and not one Yet to die and to live was but a vapor in this land Oppressed […]

Poem: A piece of heaven

A claim to the piece of the jungle The concrete jungle known by all Their little piece of heaven They claim to own yet they are but slaves Slaves to a system that feeds on them In a jungle created In a jungle death found Yet they continue to claim what once belonged to them […]

POEM: La Frontera (the border)

My mind wonders to a bleak time in my past Like a fog my thoughts clear My hand, his hand, my brother I follow Surround by a mad river, I see the new world a mist My madre, my sister a baby in her arms Our freedom, our desire, not knowing if it will last We […]